Scars, by Sifirela Subscribe to rss feed for Sifirela

I smile towards you in sympathy
But I am not smiling for me
Only for you

I stand up on my own
Because I know how you hate for me to lean on you
Oh Lonley Spirit
I am just like you

I am a girl with a broken smile
A broken spirit
A lonely soul

God may be there
But in my eyes
He is only a figure dancing in the mists of my touch
I try to reach for him
But the Devil touches his hand to me and punches me down

Pounding on the inside,
In disguise on the outside
Consumed in all this damned chaos
Gotta break free
But how?

A girl with a broken smile can't phantom
Getting better or even any more lonlier
Scars are shown, but nobody cares

Scars are made fresh and wounds open up
but fake is all they say and all they are.
Don't come to me, don't....
Don't come to me and tell me you understand

You don't! You hate yourself! so how can you not make scars
on me
when you have scars you made on your own.
Let me wither in my pittiful existence
Let me cut my wrist so that I may never have to see daylight
again!
Nighttime is only my interest!
Daylight glares me awake and jars me to insanity
Oh pleadful and merciful fiends! Get off! out! I say!!
I pound my fists upon the ground, harder and harder!
Everybody callin me but I don't care!
Not anymore! Not anymore!

Dakness crowds my mind, making me plead insanity to take me
away!
I laugh maliciously and cackle at those who have wrong me!
Karma is mad and bad. So beware!
Posted: 2005-08-19 05:22:09 UTC

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2005-08-28 20:03:14inneedofhelp07
i know what you are coming from i have been there too

2005-09-01 17:33:23a rose by any otha name
sad how life can all drive us to the breaking point