Dear you,
Scraped, scarred, bruised
dead and gone-
all because of you.
damaged, ripped, torn
intruded, contusion, illusions-
and its all because of you.
left me out,
washed away the pain;
but deep down some way,
its all the same.
fighted with me,
thats all you did,
every time i tried to speak up-
glass clogged my throat;
no words came out.
i tried to scream,
to shout,
to tell you everything,
but you walked away and
stomped on the hope that we'd be friends.
but i'm done;
i'm gone.
the house is empty...
sorry the light's still on.
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