Laura Dee Poet Rhyme

Pure Disease

I got a knife 
To cut out this pure disease
I got a knife
To cut out the memories

So much
So much to forget
Too much
Too much to regret

I can't go on
Hiding my scars from you
I won't suffocate
Hiding myself from you 

Could you stand by me 
If you could see my ugly scars?
That silent battle field 
I rearranged my tragic stars

So careful now
So carefully
Show me the face
Show me a better place

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