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by Felicia Tursi Aug 16, 2009 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
The hurt she keeps inside, Cut right through her. The secrets and the lies, cut right through her. The breakdowns at night, Cut right through her. The crimson flow, Calms her. Memories of the past, Scratch at her heart. Rumors and stories, Scratch at her heart. His lying eyes, Scratch at her heart. The scratches, They leave scars. Her broken heart, Leaves her scars. Ripped up pictures, Leaves her scars. These scars, Also scar her soul. She is scarred.