Look at what you've done,
The mess you've made of me,
I can't even function,
I can't even breathe.
I turn to so many,
Other things to fill me,
Only to leave me unsatisfied,
Empty and worthless.
Why did you leave me,
Left here to rot and die,
Bonded in my emptiness,
With a smile to disguise.
6/13/09
Can you see that I can't breathe?
Posted by D.A.L. at 4:27 PM
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