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Scars

My life seemed like a mountain,
A mountain I couldn't climb.
So I watched my wrist become a bloody fountain,
time after time.
The cuts, they may have hurt.
The cuts, they may have stung.
But on the inside...
the pain I had felt was gone.
That cold metal on my wrist
May have melted away the pain
But the scars on my wrist...
they still remain.
When I look at these scars,
here on my wrist,
I try to remember how my life took such a twist.
But i cant remember the first time i did it.
Though I wish it had been my last.
And here the scars remain...
a reminder of a troubled past.



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LoveKills said...
Jun. 10, 2010 at 4:51 pm
reading this i cryed for the first time in 2 years. i felt the same way
 
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