| Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead. |
[Apr. 6th, 2011|07:14 pm] |
"She never smiled, and we could tell her laugh was fake."
Thats what they'd tell the newscaster
"She always mentioned death and wished she wasn't awake"
Thats what they'd tell my mother
"She was happy once"
Thats what they'd say at lunch
"It was my fault wasn't it?"
Thats what he'd grunt.
"No, she was deeply unhappy for some time now."
That's what someone would reply.
"She always swore she was fine."
"Have you ever looked at her wrists?"
Thats what someone would whisper
"She was perfect."
Thats what my bestfriend would hiss.
"I wish she was here, I loved her very much so. I can't believe she's gone - dead."
Thats what no one said. |
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