the scars define you

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By <b><big><font color=magenta>♥breauna♥</b></big>

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.

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January 31, 2006 22:58love 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'...

February 3, 2006 00:33. 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.

February 7, 2006 11:43My_pain_your_thrill

:) xxxxxxxxx

February 8, 2006 23:42love 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...

November 7, 2006 12:30 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.