I beg you not to go,
and yet you do anyway.
This is the life I lead.
No one seems to care
and it seems no one will.
It is in responce to this,
that I cut my wrists
so that I may no more see your face.
And so I decided to leave you
with the thought that you killed me
when you told me you loved me
but you only lied to me
and everyone knew it but me.
It was then that they laughed at me.
So now my heart is surrounded by walls,
walls that no one has ever scaled.
Even if many have tried.
And I don't care anymore.
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