My scars show my past
Show how I died and came back
They show how much I've survived
And how much I've died
It's hard to go back home
Knowing what is waiting for you
But there are people that are dependant on you
It's hard to choose between the ones that abuse you and the ones that saved you
Because in the end they both end up killing you
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Sleepless Nights
PoesiaAll my thoughts and some feelings of romance, suicide, heartbreak and mature language
