When I look at myself, I see me.
A girl who has no love,
because it wasnt meant to be.
I carry all the scars to remember all the pain.
I cry every night and recarve his name.
Ive branded myself with the one who really cared.
His goal, to make me happy. To hurt me, he wouldnt'v have dared
I miss his love so much, without him I feel so lost.
I want to be back with him at any mortal cost.
I've tried to move on but I just seem to stay.
Cutting on my arms with this friendly razor blade.
It cuts away the pain, makes me feel good inside.
These cuts will heal someday, but the pain I will forever hide.
The scars may fade with time, but the pain will never cease.
And these hurtful, lasting memories will be forever with me.


In Memory of Kyle Wilson RIP

 
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