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the way of my OLD life

I sit in the locker room
Wondering how nice
It would be if I was laying
On the ground in a pool
Of my blood
While outside my body I roam
Just lay in my blood
As I watch it run out of
My body like a water fall
You can see my bruises
From being beaten
I loved him, I trusted him
But he betrayed me
Some say I'm depressed
Others say I'm angered
Very few say I'm lost
He put me through pain
He put me through agony
He said he wanted to make me tough
But he made me a diamond in the rough
Beaten, hurt
Thrown,
Thrown in a room
With my mouth taped
No one can hear me scream bloody murder
I guess the very few that said I'm lost......Were right



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DanielM said...
May 15, 2012 at 4:38 pm
Uh...you have this way of explaining your thoughts in a very eerie way but its really intersting the way you use imagery and detials your pretty good at poerty
 
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