You hurt like salt on
My open wounds
Stinging me
With the pain
But your satisfaction
Is not yet reached
The roses I received from you
Pricked my fingers
And now I’m bleeding to death
Dying
Gasping for the air
I want
I seek
I now need
My heart is cut open
Ripped out
Torn to pieces
With it, I do not love
I hate
I envy
I despise
These people who talk
Who lie
Who cheat their ways through life
While I, one who is crying
Must walk the ivy thorns
Of the dirt road
In search of happiness
Author notes
Written May 7th, 2006
A contest entry
- Save Me Emotions by Emo Poppy Seed.
300 points, ended May 21, 2006, 33 entries
Gold trophy winner
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