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I wish everything could be ok, but you know nothing ever is...


emo
see the stars begin to fall,
hear his voice an empty call,
watch it well up on her wrist,
and trickle down past her fist,
and drop quietly to the ground,
and puddle bright red no sound,
as daylight starts to fade,
her mind slowly drifts away,
into cloudy thoughts they seem,
to lapse into a dark dream,
telling herself it's alright,
even as she loses sight,
and every time we see her,
she grows a little bit paler,
and the day she didn't show,
we went into her home,
as we walked into her bedroom door,
we found her lying on the floor,
with scarlet glistening from her flesh,
and flowing with her heaving chest,
in a symphony of tears we cried,
knowing her pain wont pass us by,
though she still lives today,
we couldn't take her pain away,
and scrawled beautifuly across her flesh,
just praying for her last breath,
and even after every visit to her hospital bed,
she still longs to be dead,
and in double vision she looks down at her wrist,
she realizes the shes an artist,
she sees lying in her soft warm bed,
she's an artist with a terrifying twist,
and today is the day we find her dead...
emo