Sitting on my bedroom floor, music on real loud. I try to forget the day I saw you in the crowd. I went up to you and I said "Hi", my stomach flutters still. Now sitting on my bedroom floor, staring at this pill. I remember your smile, your scent, your eyes. Until I even get over you, all I'll do is cry. Broken tears falling down, eyeliner bleeding, like my wrist. I can't stand to see you two talk, hug, and kiss. With all my strength I pop this pill, slowly I start to die. Even though I know you won't, I hope this makes you cry.
Twisted-Danceing-Corpse · Sun Apr 30, 2006 @ 09:51pm · 0 Comments |