Fallen
Falling here.
Falling throught.
Shattering the pieces as I crash throught.
Blood on the pieces.
Blood on me.
Am I really seeing this or only amagining.
Dose he know what he's doing?
Dose he know that it hurts?
What he writes cut my heart open.
It bleeds and dose hurt.
He can write what he wants.
I really don't care.
He can cut up my heart.
He can take all my air.
He can kill my inside.
I'll die right there.
No caring or crying.
Silent death here.
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