I don't really think there's anything left for me to say...


Scares don't heal
they make you feel
keeps the memories alive
makes it harder to survive
makes you want them more
untill your whole body are sore
each scar will become a birthmark
from your birth to the dark
you can try to escape from this life
but you've become the beaten wife
can't escape no matter how much you try
you're locket up to die
you can try to escape
but you're afraid to become a fake
and in the end
there's no time to pretend
in the end
it's too late to become a friend

to your self

Poetry by Cola666
Read 668 times
Written on 2007-01-04 at 17:39

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