Monday, May 11, 2009

Beyond Repair

I can't say that I didn't like it, love it even. I can't help feeling that if I stood on that hill this instant I wouldn't feel the cold. I'm dead inside. It wasn't your fault; you didn't mean to kill me. If anything I brought it upon myself. I am finally hopeless; I found the rock bottom. At least down here I can go no lower. My soul is lost at the bottom of this dark, murky place I know call home. I've given up. There's no hope between my dreams.
You have me suicidal...and I won't promise I will change.
I won't.
I won't.
I won't.

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