lonely
2003-08-18 . 1:04 p.m.

My friend died today.

No need to try to reach farther for she

Who was never really even within my reach.

My fingerprints stained

In space between where my fingers once pressed.

Failures; me left with unfillable emptyness.

My skin now feels fake,

Her tears never dirtied these cheeks in last embrace

Nor hers bruised by desp’rate kisses upon her face.

My wrists want to break,

Along with my heart, bleeding my soul away

On the ground with the filth the rest of the world made.

My love, my darling,

I don’t want to live in a place without feeling,

Wish I had the guts to cut myself, die bleeding.

My friend died you see.

Right now, with no one to tell me it’s worth living.

I can’t help wishing the one dead were me.

-SnubReality

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