Burnt Picture
CrystalWolfTear
10 Jun, 2013 08:41 PMI look at the torn picture Just trying to let go Still trying to capture The hope of long ago I try to rescue my memory Put the two halves into one your birthday was in January And the picture was taken then The burnt picture in my hand is all that i have left Is this really where i stand? At the devastating depth? Your death brought despair It covered my heart in fear The image is just a blur But the memory is still Clear I'm covered in depression I painfully cry for help I ask my self the same question Is it really how i felt? I feel my heart torn and bruised It won't last longer now My throbbing heart is abused But i'll survive somehow i look through the mist In my shadow's hand a knife I run it through My trembling wrist Hoping to end my life I wake up to the blinding sun I know i dream't up my death I don't know what i have done I'm feeling my own breath The picture is fractured and torn Down the middle a rip is engraved The memory is like a thorn The delicate picture still saved I cry as the raindrops fall I stand hurt but brave I pretend to be strong and tall As i stand upon your grave
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