Do you see the scars?
Of course not, only I do
But sometimes I wish you would
So you'd see how much I'm dying, drowning
They are my strength and weakness
This elegant sickness
My addiction and my curse,
The reason I'm leaving this place in a hearse
I wish you'd see the pain running through my veins
But you never will and the ache still remains
I want freedom, I want to breath
I'm conflicted in the fact that I don't want to leave
I want to wake without tears in my eyes
Without a weighing heart filled with lies
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Poetry#673 in poetry its the lines project... so I thought I'd do a little poem.. Which turned into a series thanks to @KittyHazelnut They may be bad but they keep me from the edge. If can suffer through about half of them you might get to something tha...
