Stuff i hide

by Cara   Mar 25, 2005


Knifes and razors under my bed,
used to heal the memories in my head
Cuts and scars on my heart and wrist,
and suddenly i finally exist?
Screams and Crys under this roof of shame,
and you say I'm the only one to blame

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  • 19 years ago

    by paulina.♥

    That is a really nice poem, Cara. Keep on writing!

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