Time flys by, now your all grown up. Trying ,hoping, praying that you won't fuck up.
The beatings are all over but the scars still last. Making you feel like a piece of glass.
They tell you to get over it, it happened long ago but the nightmares still haunt you ever where you go.
Now you pop pills and drink to ease the pain but no matter how hard you try you can't get out the stain.
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My Thoughts
PoetryWell welcome to my perspective on life. Most of the time anyway. Well almost all the time. So read, don't read. At the end of the day it's your life. Not mine.
