the scars define you, by ♥breauna♥
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u ask me how I can cut my wrist and still b-leve in god,
I tell u I don't.
but you don't b-leve me,
so I show u my wrist,
theres nuttin but skin and vain.
I look into ur eyes and see the slightest pain.
u show me ur wrist.
sure there is skin and vain,
but theres more...
but from what I see,
the scars define you...to me. |
| Posted: 2006-01-31 00:37:31 UTC |
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| 2006-01-31 22:58:17 | love nothing >>-- |
| Ok...interesting...not positive about who its about because sometimes i think for sure its about u && me and then u say its about no one so im not sure but I love it...anywho...u left lyke 4 blank comments on my 'suicidal quotes'... |
| 2006-02-03 00:33:15 | . QUEENIE . |
| that was, pretty good. definately something i can relate to, many a times people have been all like *insert then being ugh here* and then when you catch their wrists in the right light faint scars trace their path across the pale skin. *shakes head* hypocrits, my favourite subject. |
| 2006-02-08 23:42:29 | love nothing >>-- |
| About the fat hanging out of the shirt thing..........but thats overwith now......but I love this poem right here but whenever I comment one like the first comment i left on this one you never say anything back... |
| 2006-11-07 12:30:14 | Kirsty (living in the light) |
| I like this poem, except I do cut and I do believe in God. I realised I hadnt thanked you for your comments on my poems so Thank you. |