Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
I pick it like a scab. Its ugly and itching, Unwilling to heal without leaving its mark. Its funny how the past teaches but leaves one tainted. But funnier how you never have the things you need, but have all the **** you want.
0
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 3:20 PM UTC
Insomnia
I pick it like a scab. Its ugly and itching, Unwilling to heal without leaving its mark. Its funny how the past teaches but leaves one tainted. But funnier how you never have the things you need, but have all the **** you want.
yvette-89
Written by
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 3:20 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem