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By Lulu Date: 2003 May 01 Comment on this Work [[2003.05.01.17.40.3645]] |
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Sitting on the bathroom floor Wiping away the days make-up.. and seeing the mascara streek down her cheeks Like it has so many sleepless nights. Remembering the tears.. and the pain. Remembering how good it felt to cry and how good It would feel now. She cant even cry anymore. The tears will no longer fall. Her soul has been stabbed and wounded so many times she cant even cry. Shes stone.. and shes so cold, shes numb. Sure..It hurts.. But everything hurts. She always hurts. So shes become numb. She has to bleed.. Bleed just to feel.. The blood replaces her tears. She can always bleed..as long as shes living there is blood to be bled. The tears have stopped.. after everything shes already been through hardly anything shocks her.. and the pain grows worse everyday. So even if everything went wrong.. even if the few friends she had betrayed her.. even if the heavens were set fire.. She wouldnt cry. She'd take it like everything else.. Lock it all up inside.. and her broken soul would crawl through life as usual. |