Broken Lives
Today you walked out of my life,
and I’m forever glad.
You always tried to make me change,
I’m sorry I’m so sad.
But I cannot change my awful ways,
as it’s the only thing that helps.
So just thank god that you can’t see,
the damage beyond the welts.
Copyright © Anna Roberts | Year Posted 2009
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