Gone
walking on glass
blood gushing from my feet
the feeling so intense
its a tragic
how can you not feel my pain?
you hurt me
was it all a lie?
hidden behind the mask is a broken girl
the glass going deeper and deeper as she walks
more and more gashes coming from her feet
is it all just a lie?
did you mean to leave me behind?
was this all just a dream?
is this all just a game?
is this all because of hate?
as i walk this path
the time flies by
the wind dies
the leaves fall
i wonder where i am
time stops
everything stays still
looking in the far distance is the man
the man that had left her
she looks taking steps back as he walks towards her
she screams
BAM!!!
just like that the one last shot
he left her there once again
she lays there, in a pool of her own blood
she lays there gone
shes gone
no more goodbyes
no more tears
no more pain
the cuts on her feet keep bleeding
she lost a lot of blood
he didn't care
he just left her there
alone in the cold and dark miserable place so full of hate
shes gone...
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