The words that you throw at me hurt me so,
Hurt me so much I tend to cut my soul,
Cut it into a million pierces.
Every word you throw puts one more scar on my arm,
One more scar that will never go away,
It will stay in my mind,
Remembering my cherry red blood all over the place,
I have grown used to the pain of your words,
Grown used to the scars on my arm and hands,
You have put my through me so much harm.
* July 28, 2004 *


its not my best.... :(
 
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