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Broken, Beaten, Scarred.
My sleeves both rolled up.
The broken edge of glass in my hand.
I know I'm ready.
You know this is all your fault.
You're the one who left me.
You're the tattoo stitched into my heart.
You left me broken, beaten, and scarred with your love.
I cannot live without you, you see.
I have to do this.
I have to die.
- by Disturbed Apparition |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 02/17/2010 |
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- Title: Broken, Beaten, Scarred
- Artist: Disturbed Apparition
- Description: Another poem written by me.
- Date: 02/17/2010
- Tags: broken beat
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Comments (2 Comments)
- Ink Stickers - 02/26/2010
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Dude, it's Fiction.
It's not based on me. - Report As Spam
- Zurah - 02/20/2010
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Uh... It's easier to blame someone else for your suicide, but have you considered tearing them apart, piece by piece, and watching them bleed at your feet?
Revenge is under-rated, at times, and hurting yourself instead of those deserving won't do you any good. Tell them who awful they are, and stop telling us. - Report As Spam