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when I picked my foot up and moved it any way I chose to direct why do I call you a mother this pain, is all I suffer you were never there for me this is something I have to get off my chest I don't know how, but I'll die with the rest my dying agony of the times, I think you've never been here, my heart can only shrink it can't fill of love for you my mind can't fill of thoughts of what you can do it isn't that easy to do this whats it like to feel nothing you piece of shit you gave birth to a life just to throw it away there were other options though you choose to go this way you didn't have to have me whats this worth to you have I hit home yet you won't read this, I know but what can you do with a one man show? you've betrayed me, and left me for dead I can't begin to describe the sorted thoughts of you in my head you could beg me please and I'd still pull the trigger you're a fucking disease I hope it made you feel bigger you never showed up one time too many, and now I'm stuck I want you to die not only soul, but deep down inside you don't have the right to walk this place so feel my dick right across your face I cut myself to think of your blood just to watch it all over me, taking control I'm soiled, and it's your fault it blows away from, I can't make it halt it disposes myself, inside out I take a breath, as I start to shout how can you be out of my life, when you were never in it you fucking opened your legs, now deal with the commitment you're a whore, and you're cheap you're why I'm torn, and why I feel weak do me a favor, ..mother beaming with zero guilt kill yourself, and let me see you do it. Post a comment in response: |
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