Old Wounds, New Scars
By StaryEyed1
the cuts run deep, even the scars couldn't hide, the open wounds beneath the surface why do you let it get you? how could they make you cry? tonight you hack away at the skin, desperately trying to cover the internal pain, when you've lost your sense, you know you'll be losing control why do you let it get you? how could they make you cry? tears dripping and trailing, mingling with the blood on your wrists, this pain just isn't worth it, you need to let it all go why do you let it get you? how could they make you cry? why did they let you die? Written December 31st, 2001 © on Jan 20 2002 06:38 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"the cuts run deep,..."