January 26, 2009
By Anonymous

you have many names
some may not be nice
some may not suffice
you are the prison that enchambers me
never allowing me to be free
you are the little tear in the corner of my eye
the reason I cry
you are the physical pains in my life
stabbing at me like a knife
you are my thought in the back of my head
telling me im better off dead
you are the guilt that weighs me down
the karma that follows me around
you consume me everyday
swearing I will pay
pay for everything I did
every secret I hid
and sadly I know
your presence will never go
but everything else will
and all that will be left is
me and you

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