Suicidal Lover(Revised, In line form)
Learning to live with suicide.
Their was just something in her eyes.
It almost made me cry.
But damn't baby that was a wasted life.
You can't be serious I wanted to make you my wife.
Oh oh oh come on talk to me any way you want it.
On the phone just to know your not alone.
Sick in the pit of my stomach.
As much as I'm their she doesn't even see me, taste me, feel me.
A woman with no drive to survive.
No soul.
No more.
Used, abused, and confused.
Trust doesn't matter.
For theirs no laughter.
A enormous hole and no way fill the void.
No need for control.
A slave her own suffering.
Misery fills me, and it has destroyed you.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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