Not the same..

Oh.. The guy I have a crush on screwed another girl in his bedroom while I was in the other bedroom. =\ ~| Comments please !|~

My nails are painted black..
My eyes look at the humans who always turn their back..
My completely broken heart..
Pumps back sorrow and guilt threw my veins.
You told me you would love me...
But I guess you'd never have changed...
My black mascara and black eyeliner leave trails of black down my cheeks..
As I watch you screw her... I watched you "love" her...
Now... Nothing will be the same...

By Dawah & Katrina Cross
Published: 10/1/2008

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