Up In The Sky

January 15, 2011
By Anonymous

Trembling with tears.
Shaking with rage.
I sit here and cry.
My cheeks go black with makeup stains.
Red. Red. Red.
Every where I look.
Blood blood.
Cut once for my mom
Once for my dad
Cut for the love that I never had
for the stress
for the pain
Cut once or twice. Or twenty two
I even cut three times for you.
you tore me apart and left me to die.
So now all I can do is cut and cry.
But as you know ill later be fine,
While im sitting in that mansion,
Up in the sky.

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