The tiring thought,
I have each night.
Never can I escape,
This horror.
The horror,
That only grow,
More and more.
I can't simply,
Forget.
I will let,
Those marks,
Scar me on me.
No one will notice,
But that's good.
I want them,
To have a life,
Full of life,
And happiness.
I won't let go,
Give up,
Just yet.
I know,
There's those,
Who will care,
If I crash.
For now,
Those scars,
On my heart,
Will be memories,
Of the past.
I'll just let,
It happen.
Forgive me,
To those,
Who don't understand,
The suffer,
Others must endure.
I must carry on,
Until that day,
No one,
Will need me.
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Author's note:
I hope you liked it. Have a good day everyone! :)
-Alittlebit_Lizard
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