Beyond the Surface, by bedazzled
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They see the cuts upon my arms,
And ask how they came to be,
I tell them my dog scratched me,
And dog scratches are all they see,
Suspicion may be planted,
Within the minds of some,
But the seeds shall not grow,
If I don't give them sun,
One was not so naive,
And saw them for what they are,
Someone actually cared,
But I am gone too far,
Someone understood,
And that matters to me,
One saw not the cuts,
But the pain inside of me. |
Posted: 2006-03-10 08:10:09 UTC |
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2006-03-21 19:03:16 | Faith |
I don't understand the draws of cutting, but i had a friend who did... i only hope that i was as much a friend to him as this poem expresses. |