Past
The cuts on my arm mean nothing
My screams at night bring pain
The tears on my cheeks will last for ever
But your soon to go away
Like every one else that tried to help me
Like every one else who cared
All they do is cry
Those stupid pitiful tears
Dont feel bad for me
Dont cry for me
Dont pray for me
Dont laugh
Because your not doing nothing
But bringing back the past
Copyright © Jacqulynn Sigworth | Year Posted 2007
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