you held me back with thoses think , nasty ,hurtful chains
I conserved my strength
I brock the chain you held me by
im free of you

I make mistakes
do stupid thing
let him walk all over me
let him use me
and hurt me

but I think I hurt him to
I think I may say mean things
be to harsh with my words
give into easy
let my wall down to low

but some how we both come running back to each other
I drift to him when others hurt me
I drift into him bed and let him hold me tight
he holds me till I don't cry or hurt anymore
he drifts to me with arms wide open*

I THINK IM INLOVE AND THIS YOUNGE AGE DONT TELL ME ITS PUPPY LOVE BECOUSE I KNOW ALL KIND OF LOVE AND THIS

         *IT FEELS RIGHT

i let you take it
becouse of love
i dont regret it at all
you showed me every bit
of love
we curled up into a ball
and i let you take
     my
last
      piece
of
        inocence
and now you have everything of me
my heart
my love
and everything else

I wanna show them that  their words didn't
breack me
hurt me
make me loss hope
make me loss sight of what I will be
make me fragile*

I wanna show them their words did
hit a soft spot
made me stronger
made me reach out for my happiness more
fixed me
made me an better me



but I will have a fight till win all on my own

Yes, I have scars.
They're part of who I am.
I didn't see them comming.
but earned them all the same.
They're not always appearent.
Some are hidden, some are not.
But trust me, "I still feel them"
with every passing storm.
The scars I have inside me
by far haunt me the worst.
They keep my heart from your heart
a cowards shield and curse.