ScarsA Poem by I'llPlayTheJuliet
I stare down at these scars scatted across my theighs and arms. I think of those days when cutting was an esacpe to my pain. I stare and I stare, I begin to feel proud, I made myself happy, with such a small blade. Now I am sickend by such a dumb thought. I was not happy but mearly distracted from my pessimistic thoughts. I can't wait for the day that these scars will fade. Maybe I will be happy the genuine way. © 2009 I'llPlayTheJulietReviews
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Added on July 20, 2009AuthorI'llPlayTheJulietWAAboutEverywhere I Look,You're All I See. Lay your head down just for now Space fills your mind and you dream awhile The sun floods your room as you drown your lungs full of breathing Your true l.. more..Writing
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