Dead like a rose, cut like a wrist
Guarantee I wont be missed
Cold like winter, stale like bread
You’ll be better off when I am dead
Useless like trash, worthless like shit
I am going bit by bit
mean like a bitch, empty like a hole
life is taking its toll
hard like bricks, screwed over like betrail
all I ever do is fail
mad as hell miserable like a rainy day
I dont deserve the suns ray
black as my soul, clumsy like a fall
HONESTLY IM NO GOOD AT ALL

- Caroline Logan

Caroline Logan | This entry was posted on Tuesday, September 18th, 2007 at 21:41 and is filed under Good Miss You. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.