I cry when the pain comes back,
no one knows what I've lost.
It is a fate I carry alone,
following a path I do not know.
Alone and banished, I walk, feet
bleeding, wrist bleeding.
Again and again i stumble and fall,
with no one to care, no one to
catch me.
Why did the world do this to me,
take this from me?
I miss what I cant have back,
loath the one who killed her.
it was no ones fault just the drunk
who killed her. Murderer.
Good-bye, I'll miss you.
2007-03-02
05:41:23
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