Naive

by Sammie Moore   Mar 16, 2005


Where did the scars come from?
The people always ask.
Are they so naive
that they can't see her past?
Can't they see the cutting?
Can't they see the pain?
Of every single time
She slit another vain?
Trying to end it all,
Trying to run away
From all of the times
That her friends wouldn't play.

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  • 19 years ago

    by Rae

    Aww, thats sad. But its really good.

  • 19 years ago

    by Adam

    damn i was like that goodjob feel free to look atmine if u want