Cold and Sharp
Sunday, October 31, 2004
a promise I can't make
because I can't keep it
everyone wants me to promise them never to do it again.
I get wreasled to the ground, pinned down and told to promise.
I won't budge.
I am kissed and wispered sweet nothings with this promise thrown it.
I refuse.
I won't make a promise I can't keep.
its sad that they don't see that everytime they ask I want nothing more than to carve myself up
slice myself to shreds.
destroy this thing that they find so appealing and show them who I am.
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