December 17, 2010
Im bleeding.
My face red.
Bruised and lonely.
Left for dead.
I walk alone,
Try and find the nearest road,
Hope someone will find,
The trail of blood,
i left behind.
It's cold,
And dark.
The feelings within,
Are tearing me up,
And all i see,
When i sleep,
Is you.
Your fists,
Your hate,
And your rage.
As i run,
far far away.

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