a little bit of a resurrection
my life journal: cutmedown








fuck you


i feel the pang of my heart breaking -again. i will not mend it with stitches this time. the dull bleeding & throbbing is passing more quickly than usual.

i suppose my heart is used to this by now. all the words spoken & emotions shared: hollow.

i fucking bled my blue veins dry for you, gave you everything. you spat it back in my face.

this is your loss. this is your loss. this is your loss.


written on 2004-08-27 at 6:00 p.m.

she / lost