My head hurts, my body aches
This pain I feel is my only taste
That freedom I wish I had
My mind is as I broken, wow
I run to this, now
You see me
You want me
You see the blood from my
Broken heart
Dont hurt me
Dont hurt me
I see your eyes as I show you my scars
Dont hurt me
Please dont hurt me
I watch as you smile and laugh
Dont hurt me
Please don't hurt me
I hold your hand but I'm still hurting
Please dont hurt me
Please don't hurt me
YOU ARE READING
The truth about my scars
PoetryThis will be a collection of writings....poems whatever they end up being about my depression and suicidal thoughts. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED
