Done
Yeah;
You're still here,
Filling my thoughts,
Eating away at
What's left of me,
Not stopping
Until you hit the core.
Then,
You've had your fun,
Nothing left to take.
So I'm tossed aside,
Left to rot.
While you're still
Laughing,
Smiling,
Living.
Thanks for not caring.
Copyright © Brittaney Clipson | Year Posted 2007
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