Each Scar Tells a Story
I HATE MY LIFE!!!!
I just want to die...
All I ever do
is lay there and cry.
I slice open my skin
to let go of the pain
that I hold deep within.
Everything is so wrong.
Will it ever get better?
I've felt this way so long!
It just feels like forever...
Maybe I'm one of those people
who are meant to be sad.
Maybe I'll always be miserable.
Maybe I'm just bad.
Each scar tells a story.
It speaks of pain from the past.
Maybe I should stop dragging it out,
and get it over with fast.
Copyright © Sierra Arnold | Year Posted 2013
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