Painful Game
Love cause pain
Who is to blame
The one in the game
Throwing a hit
To give the other bruises that will never heal
Regretted tattoos
Veins explode
drugs ruin
what life was worh
driven to insane
breathing alone in a world
left to be stoned
Nothing is worth the blame in a stain that bled me to death
Causing my arm to be ripped from the sharp object that drove in to the deep of a fading game.
Copyright © Sarah Hall | Year Posted 2013
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