Array ( [sid] => 133204 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Tears of Red [time] => 2007-04-01 02:03:16 [hometext] => None of this is true, but it's what I feel like inside.... [bodytext] => Every day I come home, I deal with every day crap.
It's all disastrous though, because it feel a lot like a trap.
The first thing I do when I get here is reach for something sharp,
Because deep down, I know, it'll eventually stop my heart.

And when I do this, my tears fall onto my wrists,
And soon enough, I know, scars'll take the place of slits.
Those tears that fell had turned slowly to red
As I fell on the floor, realizing I was dead. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 163 [topic] => 31 [informant] => Kunoichi [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry ) Your Poetry Dot Com - Tears of Red


Tears of Red
Date: Sunday, 1st April 2007 @ 02:03:16 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: Kunoichi
Every day I come home, I deal with every day crap.
It's all disastrous though, because it feel a lot like a trap.
The first thing I do when I get here is reach for something sharp,
Because deep down, I know, it'll eventually stop my heart.

And when I do this, my tears fall onto my wrists,
And soon enough, I know, scars'll take the place of slits.
Those tears that fell had turned slowly to red
As I fell on the floor, realizing I was dead.

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