The scars are everywhere.
There something I must bare.
They hide past fears.
Showing all the lost tears.
They are now a part of me.
Because of them I'll never be free.
How can I person love me for that part.
Because threw all scares I still have a good heart.
They remind me of the past.
Every time I cut I say this is the last.
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Sad Poems
詩歌A book of poems, I've been writing through out the years. Most are sad and depressing and others are love that gets destroyed. Some I relate to and some I dont.
