by Amelia Forrest

Created on: February 26, 2007   Last Updated: May 14, 2007

War at bou.

I haven't let my tears fall for myself,
Cause pain, for me, it isn't eased by crying,
I spend my days pretending I feel well,
And cover up my tracks, I know I'm lying,

I haven't let my tears fall for some time,
I let my blood ooze slowly forth instead,
Realizing that none of this life is mine,
Wish each moment away, wish I was dead,

The light breaks through some days and I can see,
Without the clouds that have surrounded me,
Slice words into my leg like "Bou, Morte",
Think how my blood will fight to keep my friend at bay.

I see each time that I've been here before,
Felt I should jump from somewheres 15 floor,
I wish that I could just be brave and do it,
Then some how you manage to pull me through it.

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