![]() ScarsA Poem by The Pretender
I jump off bridges
I play with knives. I don't have stitches but I got scars. You by my side was my medication. Your arms around me was what held me together. You call me suicidal you say that I'm a b***h. For trying to forget, for trying to move on. But baby, I gotta say, it didn't work for long. I've written songs, I've filled up diaries. But nothing can erase the memory of you and me. It's pretty sick, what's happening to me. For awhile I was fine, for awhile I was okay. But then you told me about her, and how fast you threw me away. My heart pounds a sad, weak bass every time I gotta see your face. They say time heals, and it'll be okay. Then why do I hurt more everyday? Dear God, please take me away, kill me cause I'm already dead inside. Running out of rhymes, running out of time, it seems my tears will never dry. Gotta end this sad story, gotta do something crazy. live in the moment of another fear. I jump off bridges I play with knives. But nothing can stitch up all these scars.
© 2012 The PretenderAuthor's Note
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