Fernando. A. Martinez.

15 Feb, 2017 09:21 PM
I lay quietly, emerged, cold, alone,
Slowly girting my teeth as I let escape a sharp groan

No longer do I desire to fight off this pain
Smiling as I throw myself out the pane

Doing my best to get my frame threw the frame
What was I thinking, this isn’t a game? 

Ice cold air runs against my chest 
I lost it all, after giving my best

It’s been three seconds, I got around twenty left
Sealing my own right to life, just call it theft

She broke my heart, to shattered to mend, 
Please forgive me, I’ve met my end,
Tags: Love, Hurt
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Liam Jaramillo says:
20 Apr, 2017 06:59 PM

Ikr we all have to get through it ig

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