The scars on my body
Are proof of my pain
And how strong am i
But sometimes
They remind me
Of the days when nobody cared
And i was left
To paint my own canvas
Yet they all had a problem
With the fact
that i liked the colour red- ray .
YOU ARE READING
the book of poems
PoetryThe feelings of an author ,buried deep inside to bleed out on paper
The Fav
The scars on my body
Are proof of my pain
And how strong am i
But sometimes
They remind me
Of the days when nobody cared
And i was left
To paint my own canvas
Yet they all had a problem
With the fact
that i liked the colour red- ray .