The scars you see,
We're all made by me,
And my tears have turned red,
With the blood that I've shed,
People think that I've lost to the madness,
But I'm really just cloaked in sadness,
I could use a rope or I could use a knife,
Looking back on my whole life,
I see the pain and I see the hurt,
I feel my heart about to burst,
The blood will flow,
Why can't they see,
That all my life,
I've been afraid,
Of Me.
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Poems For Death??
PoetryThey sound really pretty and there here for anyone who wants to read them. ~~~ My style of writing has improved so if you don't like these please check out my new book called A Poem For Death. ~~~
