My Scars Tell a story of Pain and Hate,
Scar Tissue my mother never noticed
Drugs and Alcohol, my only escape
The Pain, never stayed,
Apart of me.... Died
when i was this beautiful flower blossoming in the suns gazing view,
Dancing in The Rain, was thee only time i felt free
Feeling the evening breeze
Take me away and above.
by Andrea L.
Jan 23, 2012
Jan 23, 2012 at 8:15 PM UTC
My Scars Tell a story of Pain and Hate,
Scar Tissue my mother never noticed
Drugs and Alcohol, my only escape
The Pain, never stayed,
Apart of me.... Died
when i was this beautiful flower blossoming in the suns gazing view,
Dancing in The Rain, was thee only time i felt free
Feeling the evening breeze
Take me away and above.
by Andrea L.
