I Bled Too
its like you said.
none of it was real,
nor will it ever be.
your love wasnt real
your touch wasnt real
her pain wasnt
isnt
just wasnt real
nonexistent
false
a lie the whole time
the blood still stains
trust me i was there
you lied
not false because
even a lie exists somewhere
she said she would
she did it
really did it
no...
you did it, and now
you can live the rest
of your life
knowing
living
feeling
it was your fault.
Copyright © Charlie Murder | Year Posted 2013
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