The day I fell into the fire

July 9, 2009
By Anonymous

I walk near you and glance
My heart races with hatred
It knows you're here
I run to my room
Hoping that you leave me there alone
My feet stop for a second
And notice your footsteps
I hear the sound of your voice
But I run away again
And walk to the cliff
I reach for a flower
I sit down and wait
i wait for a sign of guilt
So I jump off and fall into a pile of sharp boulders and gravel
Nobody seems to notice
And I wither away my last thought of you



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