U were brought to this world on March 15, 2012. So gorgeous so kind. Your tinny blonde hair on top of that small beautiful head. Your eyes so sweet in a shady soft blue. We watched you grow and held u when you cried and when u weeped when u were hurt. We watched you take your first steps and when u slept you were a angle. Now your turning three and growing to be perfect . Growing sweet and wilting sO argingly I love u willow.
I'm the *****, the quiet girl in the front of the class, according to the handicap stall in the upstairs boys bathroom, a ****. I love, and when I do I love to no ends. But you'd never know how much this ***** loves, because there is no love shown.
Battle scars are someone's way of saying I hate my life. Some try to ignore it. Others help coop with it. I try to remember or forget. But it's hard to do either with these battle scars covering my TEARS.
I wrote this poem because we all have issues but that don't mean we should get judged for them.