This is the last time.
The last time I see you destory.
The last time I see you kill.
The last time I see you.
This is the last time.
The last time I feel dead.
The last time I appear sad.
The last time I see you.
This is the last time.
The last time I cut.
The last time I destory myself.
The last time I kill my family without them knowing
The last time I hurt my friends without them wondering.
So goodbye old friend.
I won't miss you,
but I'm sure you'll miss me.
But thanks; I know, the last thing you'd expect me to say.
But I think I understood my life after I realized you were killing me.
So Razorblade, thanks(i guess) and goodbye for good!
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siremo16: I liked this, I think you would like my poem These Are My Scars, =[Asa on June 19, 2009 10:50 PM
