Thursday, 10 May 2012

While you are sleeping my mind goes creaking

How about you stop with these games?
Im too tired of being used
Like a toy,
Like an object-
Apart from the feelings,
Really, i think ive had enough.
You're just another girl.

Im sick of your shit.
Let me be the bearer of bad news.
Because you're unbearable.

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