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Author: WhinyPoetryFromGenerationY
Fiction Rated: T - English - Romance/Angst - Published: 06-27-07 - Updated: 06-27-07 - Complete - id:2382596

Stop asking me why

because there's no answer

that you could understand

I'm this, and this is all I am

lost inside this bittersweet betrayal

do you even notice? Put two and two

together

and make March fifteenth

Wish I could care, snap out of the apathy

that's drowning me

but this is all I am now, sorry, I make mistakes

and I never asked your opinion

so stop giving it, I know you know I know you know

I know I'm wrong

but then again, I'm nobody, because nobody is perfect

so I suppose I'm one up on you

sad, really, this happiness. Wrong. I know. I shouldn't.

Sanity sucks

and madness is worse

so I'll stay here, in the darkness, where it's safe because you're not

with him. Cold. Distant. Till death do us part (again).

But the first time, that lasted less than a week, maybe this time

I'll be just as lucky

If I didn't sound so emo

maybe I'd make it in the end

never mind

I've lost it (but the question is: did I have it to start with?)

I don't know what game it was

but I lost



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