Can't help but think
it was all a set-up;
an ambush of sorts
and I'm here all alone
with these people in my head'
they all wish me dead.
How will I stay breathing?
Words don't mean much
`from you anymore
when lies fill your eyes
and your breath reeks of deceit.
You know me; you don't.
It doesn't bother me as much
as it did
when you did it back then.
I keep breathing
by some miracle
bestowed upon me
from the gods
and goddesses
who watch over me
and laugh
at the traps I fall in.
I am entertainment for them;
you too.
Am I just a doll to you?
A puppet you manipulate,
a "friend" you only go to
when things aren't so great?
I don't learn from my mistakes, she said.
I just remember to breathe.
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Written June 25th, 2005
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- He Broke Her Punk Heart.So She Broke His Emo Face (Prewrites Allowed) by Lady Nightshade.
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the last line was definatly amazing. i really liked this. a lot of honesty in it. it's different. a lot of your work is unique which is why i really like reading it..just a friend. god, that always sucks.
keep writing. 
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its good. i rather enjoy it.
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