Friday, September 14, 2007
I've had enough of this one-sided game of I-want-you.
To feel so broken, everytime I make a move to reach to you and you don't seem to notice.
To shed so many tears all over again, and you don't seem the least bit bothered.
Fuck, there isn't even a wall for me to rant to.
So maybe this is the meaning of being lonely.
To have your heart ripped out, lacerated, and thrown aside;
praying for an inexistent someone to pick it up and make it all right.
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