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Saturday,Sep 19 2009, 01:59:53 PMScars of Your Love
If the scars on my wrist can heal, then why don't the scars in my heart? It's because you still love me, and somewhere deep inside me, I know it, deep inside my broken heart, I love you too. But my heart as well as yours, is hollow, black and cold...Just like the rest of me, if you loved me, you wouldn't have done what you did, and I won't even mention it because you know exactly what it is...Just stop every lie is killing me, piece by piece. Don't act innocent....stop trying to make things right. Cry all you want, but you know I'm already dead, inside and out. I can't believe I fell in love with someone like you....One day you're going to die...And I know how you will, one day...I go to bed, but I've been asleep for a while now, why have I been asleep so long? I know, I can't hear my heart, I think I'm dead.
289 songs on my iPod, before I fell asleep, I made a new playlist.....It's full of all the ''emo'' songs....The last one I listened to was ''Welcome Home'' by Coheed & Cambria. Do I cease to excist? Yes. Or no. The song Welcome Home has to be made for YOU. It's your fault, the only difference is I don't want you back, and I do hope you die, I hope you know you broke my heart, you tore it into a thousand pieces......You tore me apart. I don't loce you, not anymore at least. After all that thinking I realized something, I'm not dead, the life I thought had been torn apart and murdered is back...The I woke up and I thought I was still home, but when I open my heavy eyelids, I realize I'm in St. Joseph Hospital. I'm alive....But I'm not alone....''Who's there?'' I say quietly trying my best to talk. ''It's me.'' A small voice says. I get up slowly, I see no one. I look up, it's me! My face is in the mirror, talking to me......... To Be Continued.....
