Clutching perpetual scars,
Trying to avoid mistakes,
While passing these speeding cars.
The bridge is not to far away,
But will I make the leap?
I've made so many mistakes before,
It haunts my halted sleep.
I sat at crossroads long before,
An image I've always abhorred,
The roads that I have taken,
Have only sown discord.
I've only given tears,
Fuelled her every fears,
Spent my life a-wasting,
My mirror filled with smears.
So at the bridge I'll hesitate,
But I will crash at the bend,
And as i fall straight down below,
Then my mistakes will end.
-To those of us who have always made the wrong choices;hurt the people that we love-
Regards,
Jeremy Ryan De Silva
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It is as beautifully written as it is dark. I like how I felt sad after reading this. Don't know if this sounds appropriate but Great Job Jeremy.*slashes wrists* =].
this is some good shit.
so does this mean you cannot call me emo anymore
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