The scars that you see,
They were all made by me,
And my tears have turned red,
With all the blood I have shed,
People think I'm lost in the madness,
But really I'm just cloaked in sadness,
I could use a rope or I could use a knife,
Looking back on my whole life,
I see the pain and I see the hurt,
I feel like my heart is about to burst,
The blood will flow,
Why can't they see?
That all my life,
I've been afraid of...
Me.
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Sad Poems
Poetry**TRIGGERING** This is a warning. I don't want to hurt anyone with this book.