April Fool's

by Sara   Mar 29, 2005


Ha, I commend myself.
I pulled the prank.
I made you believe I was done.
You thought I was cured.
But a cure lost and never found.
You thought that this world,
was finished giving me pain.
That these scars on my wrists,
would go away someday.
But as scars shall fade,
and time shall go on,
the scars keep coming.

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