November 26, 2007
my cold, dark, broken heart
lays there where you tore it
out and threw it. i am heartless
now. i lay on the cold floor, in
the same place you beat me.
now i am healing from all the things
you put me through. you can see
red stains on my cloths from
where i bleed out, from the
cuts you put on my. i can heal
but all the memories will still be there.
in my dreams, you face and what you've
done to me haunts me. there i lay
bleeding to death, because you
stabbed me in my heart and left me to die.
i am no dead and thats where it ends

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