Hands they aren't suppose to bring you pain,
They're not suppose to harm you,
But it does,
Everytime i look at them,
I hate how they make me feel,
The scars...
Its everywhere on my hands,
No matter how many times I wash,
The filth it remains...
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Stormy Thoughts
PoeziePoems; I can't help but to think about. Even on my best days, my thoughts never go away.
hands
Hands they aren't suppose to bring you pain,
They're not suppose to harm you,
But it does,
Everytime i look at them,
I hate how they make me feel,
The scars...
Its everywhere on my hands,
No matter how many times I wash,
The filth it remains...