Aug 2015
People swear and people lie
Grow up thinking you're one of a kind
People laugh and people cry
We all have scars we try to hide
She has a past and he has no future
Wish that your skin was a little smoother
Trace the lines with a blade
Starring at the sky that has started to fade
People swear and people lie
Wonder when it's my turn to die
Grow up thinking you're one of a kind
People laugh and people cry
We all have scars we try to hide
She has a past and he has no future
Wish that your skin was a little smoother
Trace the lines with a blade
Starring at the sky that has started to fade
People swear and people lie
Wonder when it's my turn to die
Okay, so this is MY poem I wrote back in early 2014 when I was going through a tough time. I recently had found that someone had copywritted it and claimed it as their own. But now I able to publicly and proudly share with you guys my mind and my work :)
Written by
Chyna Watson
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