Seeing Is Beliving
I wish that you could see behind my eyes
And into the dark corners of my mind
You would see all the pain,misery, and saddness
That swims in and out
If you could see my memories
And relive them each night.
Then you would know why my wrist are slit
I wish you knew what I've been through.
Maybe then you could understand the things I do
End
Copyright © Seventeen Dowdell | Year Posted 2009
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