So Sour:
So Sour:
deep with hate
anger of a volcano
but sweet like a dog
firm as a house
I’m manage
I think of my self
myself pain
two body's
mind as one of moments
body to be scared on
both hurt so bad
you'll never understand
cut so deep it wont heal
forced in hurt cant function
why I’m so in pain?
the answer is simply
my past's horror
like a movie
never ending replays
always there in mind
always on the body
Copyright ©2008 Marissa Stoops
Copyright © Marissa Wilson | Year Posted 2009
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