I think everyone goes through the "I hate life" phaze in they're teens.. if not, they are lucky!
But here's a piece of mind from mine.

Closer to Paradise

Meet me in the rain
Where you don't see my crying.
Leave me by the stars
Where you can't catch me flying.
Flying away, drifting to a place,
Closer to paradise,
To hide my blackened face.
Blackened by my tears,
Blackened by your fists.
To hide from the dark,
To hide from my scarred wrists.

Poetry by Nora
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Written on 2006-07-25 at 06:21

Tags Scar  Paradise  Crying 

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Honest, well-expressed write. Welcome to the bay.
This is a great read!