my tears filled eyes poor like falling rain
nothing in this world compares to my pain
my ability to feel happieness has died
now im dark and cold inside
piece by piece my heart has shattered
my body bruised and battered
these scars upon my stomache, legs and wrists
are all my problems in a neat tidy list
Feb 22, 2012
Feb 22, 2012 at 3:31 PM UTC
my tears filled eyes poor like falling rain
nothing in this world compares to my pain
my ability to feel happieness has died
now im dark and cold inside
piece by piece my heart has shattered
my body bruised and battered
these scars upon my stomache, legs and wrists
are all my problems in a neat tidy list
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