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Bleeding Angel

Demons are the worst kind of lovers.
He rips my heart out of my chest,
With every chord he sings,
Some days I wish that I was dead,
For all the pain he brings.

Days turn into nights,
And he's still on my mind,
Music blaring, tears are falling,
I'm screaming in my sleep,
Begging for one more night with him.

Only in my dreams does he show his face,
Only on my own, do I feel loved,
Facing my fears is harder on my own.

I am just another girl to him,
Just another broken heart,
Lying on the cold, hard ground,
Dead to the world,
Just another bleeding angel.
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Published: 3/18/2014
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