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Shattered pieces of my heart
are now scattered along the dirty floor
you dont even look down to help me
you just walk by, and through the door
dribbles of blood from the wounds in my back
lead to where i am lying
stabbed so many times by you and your friends
that i am now alone in my world and dying
you walk on the broken pieces of me
and you do not even seem to care
theya re strung ferther apart with each step
and im starting to feel more bare
are you going to help my dry my tears
or stand there and gawk like a stranger
and let me die for another day
well another day wont come for me
these are the last tears that will fall
im not going to let you walk on me again
im not going to let you watch me crawl.
Tia Marie Thompson
