Journal: poetry.... -------------------------------------------Mood: Depressedpaint me a picture,
paint it with your blood,
from open veins,
a messed up childhood.
paint me a pretty picture,
i won't make a sound,
cut deeper and deeper,
my worlds already upside down.
paint me a pretty picture,
cut me till i die,
but don't forget when it's over,
you bled me dry…
...Created 2006-02-08 08:40:44 |
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