Does this secret which you hold involve me?
You think you're so bold to avoid me?
I sit alone stareing at the wall
In a daze of what you were thinking
And for the reason of the secret
I lay by myself by the basket ball hoop
woundering if you know how i feel
i stare at the screen of which your name appears
and then I see
Im Sorry
I scream silently to myself
in my head in the back of my mind
I walk to the pond of dried up waters and sit in front of it
holding a notebook and pen
I draw a letter of which I'll never give
And you'll never read my words
I sat them down and pick it up from the black handle
and stare at it as I think to myself
I aim the blade at my upper arm
and stop, frozen from what flashes in my mind
The sight of you drenched in blood
And bathed in scarlet roses
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I am SAD!
14 years ago
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