full of pain.
full of hate.
full of the heartless torture called love.
which will always end in heartbreak.
to be no more,gone,
the worst thing imaginable.
then they leave.
whether in death, or just leaving you,
you still end up with a hole in your heart,
it may seem normal again, but its not.
you'll just end up dead like the rest of us.
or wishing you were.
- Title: life,death,love.(R)(poem)
- Artist: One Thirty Eight
no i'm not suicidal, don't try to comfort me it wont work, and don't go around telling everybody that I'm a suicidal emo-path.
- Date: 11/02/2008
- Tags: lifedeathlove
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