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show of friendship
written by Schizophrenic_broken08:57 PM 11/13/04I'm over,
Finished.
It's the end,
The lights,
Gone out,
You're not,
My friend.
Yet I'm still,
hurt and sad,
The curtain's,
Closed I still,
Feel bad.
The show is,
Over, it's all
Done,
The costume's
Left, to block,
The sun.
You hurt and,
Broke me,
I know I hurt,
You, I can see.
I scared and
Getting cold,
The knife I held,
Is getting bold.
So tell me you,
accept it.
Tell me you believe,
this shit,
cuz I've given all,
my life to see,
Us fall.
But the curtain's closed,
The audience left,
This is our story,
Or what is left |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by bloodlyvalentine (11-13-2004 - 09:00 PM)
| o0o0o0o0o nice idea, if you cant take this, losing a frend, this is the least pain ur going to feel in life, if you cant even take this, then your practically already dead, coz ur gonna feel aot more pain in life, alot, and if you think suicide is the easiest way out, ur wrong, coz at least in life, you got a damn good idea of whats coming, in death you dont know shit, al you got is fantasies of being free, just fantasies |
by Schizophrenic_broken (11-13-2004 - 09:13 PM)
| you think i care about babyish fantisies, No i dont care about the freedom illusion. |
by (anonymous) (11-14-2004 - 11:13 AM)
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