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the scars
written by ymmat0406:46 AM 11/27/04no not pretty
not good
not clean
But they make me feel better when you get mean
no not trying to end my life
no I don’t play with knives
no one will ever understand
why I do that with my own hands
when no one seems to care
when you are never there
the pain I cannot bare
A secret I won’t share
they are nasty
I have many
count them quickly
there are plenty
for each time I cried alone
for each time no one else was home
for every single touch
Or when I miss my friend so much
when the voices won’t seem to stop
or the subject will not drop
when I don’t want to hurt no more
that’s what those scars are for
but if no one ever knows
what hides behind my clothes
my smile is what shows
So let’s not think of those. |
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