From the battles I'm losing
They won't ever go away
I get to live with them
But that's what I wanted
Right?
Too much pressure to be great
Everyone making me feel like I'm not as good
Scars it what I wanted
I got them, but I can't take them away
They will haunt me of the past
Never ending
The pain every time I look at them
But this is what I did it for
Permanent red lines
Across my arm
Scars
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Poems
PoetryThank you for clicking on my story now go on read it. What? You want more information on it? Ok, this is a just a compilation of poems that if I ever feel like writing one I'll post it here. Some may be good, some may be bad, but it helps me become...
