| | becoming scars, my cuts are deep. bottle opened, the pain released. i'm unable to hide, the rage i feel, the pain escaping, becoming real. while cuts heal over, and pain fades away, my cuts leave scars, and memories stay. in my mind, i see the pain. make the cut, renew the stain. my scars seal up, my memories. on my body, for all to see.
i actually wrote that poem, is it any good? if it's not i do not care. it means something to me.
mucho amor -me |
| | Posted 5/1/2004 2:06 PM - 13 comments
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