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I suffer through many nights
When I just can't fall asleep
It's because of these fights
And the wounds you left with me

How can I make it stop
Whose fault is it really
Are you out of control
Or does it all fall on me

Who have I become
What have I done

Could someone heal these bruises
Maybe mend this broken heart
There are so many stitches to be made
I couldn't tell you where to start

I'm showing the world my weakness
After trying to be strong
But it's hard to breathe
And I can't last that long

I'm here trying
To get away from the one that causes the strife
I'm here dying
To get away from the one that gave me life

Could someone heal these bruises
Maybe mend this broken heart
There are so many stitches to be made
I couldn't tell you where to start

Who have I become
What have I done
To make you want to hurt me
To make your hate something I can see

The screams
The kicks
The hits
The fists

Could someone heal these bruises
Maybe mend this broken heart
There are so many stitches to be made
I couldn't tell you where to start
©2006-2009 ~Darknesslover
:icondarknesslover:

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My mom can be horrible to me sometimes, plain and simple. So haven't written in awhile, but I'm glad I have. I'm getting back on track with my emotion in my work, not perfecting it. <3

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:cry: Karlz...that's horrible. :cuddle: :cuddle: :cuddle:

*whips out a needle and thread* Well, I guess I'd better start somewhere with my stitching, right?

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OK, I think we all know what clubs I'm in. :heart:

|Y|A|O|I|
My anti-drug. Who needs icky drugs when beautiful boys are doing things?

Vous, je vous aime.
:icondarknesslover:
Mhm thank you.
:hug:
[School....3 weeks? Eek.]

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&& I only feel safe in his arms.
It's the only place I've ever felt I belonged..
:iconsapphires-of-ice:
Earlier I think. Monday=2 weeks. :O

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OK, I think we all know what clubs I'm in. :heart:

|Y|A|O|I|
My anti-drug. Who needs icky drugs when beautiful boys are doing things?

Vous, je vous aime.

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