The scars on my arms..., by LostBehind Subscribe to rss feed for LostBehind

The scars on my arms are nothing to me.
They just show me all the mistakes in my life.
I feel no pain.
Well, not anymore.
I save my blood and use it to write.
On paper, to write a letter or for school.
I wont let it go to waste.
The scars on my remind me of the hell I live.
They show me a way out.
They give me peace inside.
I sit in the corner of my room.
My radio up so loud.
Holding my broekn glass in my arm.
Before I use the glass I count.
Theres one, two, three, four.
And now five...
Posted: 2009-09-16 00:45:41 UTC

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2009-09-16 05:03:58Angel of Music
Great Poem