Read It And Weap

I've got to spill my fucking guts somewhere,
it might as well be here.

If I Die Young

If I die young, bury me in satin, lay me down on a bed of roses, sink me in the river at dawn, send me away with the words of a love song. ♥

Sunday, August 15, 2010

Sex & White Lies

Confusion clutters her head,
shame fills her heart,
that boy tore her to pieces,
that boy ripped her apart.
Tears stream down her face,
blood flows from her arm,
that boy fucked her up,
that boy caused so much harm.
He filled her head with such sweet lies,
only to leave her broken,
and wanting to die.
The words he said chew at her brain,
she clings to them,
she's going insane.
He lied to her,
and used her for sex,
what made her think she was different than the rest?

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