I'm proud to wear my scars.
They show all my battles
I'm proud to wear my scars
I'll tell you how I'd got them
You can sit down and listen
But it'll take a while
In the end you'll figure me out
It's not easy to tell something like this
All in one piece
So fragile and gentle
It's something you cannot miss
Well I'll go on now
Don't worry about me
Unless you take the dare to follow me.
YOU ARE READING
Dark Poems
PoesiaIt's funny how when you stub your toe, ot hurts like hell. But it when you slide a blade against your wrist, thigh, stomach, etc., it makes you feel good.