Scars

Every scar on my wrist tells a story of my past,
how i was upset and didn't want to last,

Every scar on my wrist is the pain i wanted to show,
The pain that i felt that no one else would know.

Evey night i cried I'd cut a little more,
to take away that pain to try and stop this war.

Every feeling that i felt didn't seem real,
no one understood the pain i could feel.

Every scar on my wrist bleed and felt good,
the scars i have from my painful child hood.

I cut them so people would see the pain i go through,
But i hide them so people don't know what true.

Every scar that i have reminds me of my pain,
how my life has changed and will never be the same

They told me i was depressed that i would be ok,
just to take theses pills and it all would go away.

Every scar on my wrist is a fight that I've won
and all the blood on my wrist is the battle I've begun
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