Scars

May 4, 2010
By KassyElizabeth DIAMOND, Argyle, New York
KassyElizabeth DIAMOND, Argyle, New York
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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 GOLD said...
on Jun. 10 2010 at 4:51 pm
LoveKills GOLD, Niantic, Connecticut
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Favorite Quote:
And people say we wear tight jeans and dye our hair. That doesnt mean we can't scream or make loud noise.

reading this i cryed for the first time in 2 years. i felt the same way


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