you're only as sick as your s e c r e t s.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

I tried to sleep but started crying instead.
I thought of him and the tears won't stop.
I thought of how you would grab at my hands and put them on your body.
My little fucking hands.
I can't stop crying.
I want to kill you for killing me.
I'm sick and tired of hurting all the time.
Did you feel like a fucking man?
I'm forever a lost little girl.
I need to be found.

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