Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Dec 2013
It kills me inside,
It really does.
I know you will never
feel the same about me.
How could love a girl like me?
So many mistakes,
errors,
and they aren't hidden.
Each and everyone is written,
in the scars on my skin.
brooklyn
Written by
brooklyn  Missouri
(Missouri)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems