Tears On my Dress

My life isn't a poem
it's more like a song
tears staining faces
and love burning holes
trust being broken
fights being lost
faith being forgot
and friends being baught,
my life isn't happy
it never was
i feel like running
my boots trip me
i don't care i let them
i let my blood flow
through the hole in my knees
i feel the pain
i leave my losess behind
my dress is ripped
my tights too
i can't stand this any longer
my death won't be sad
i'll just be another faded memory
just more blood shed
another miserable life
gone and thrown away
i didn't kill myself
it wasn't suiside
it was being left alone
and in the dark
that killed me
the quiet that tore the hole in my heart open bit by bit
and the pain of life that put the tears on my dress.