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Archive for April 3rd, 2009

When you tell me you love me

April 03rd, 2009 | Category: Creative Flash

When you tell me you love me, I want to kill myself. I want to take a razor to my wrists, two vertical slits. I want to bleed out in the bathtub, slow and quiet-like.

Your words are useless, empty, nothing but hollow. Your words are a reminder of things I wanted, things taken away, things I need to forget.

When you tell me you love me, I want to believe you. I want to bleed out, because I know there’s nothing to believe.