Wounds heal but scars don't.
They always stay to taunt
the living hell out of you;
to remind you of all the times you spent
staring into oblivion
feeling like an eyesore
living like an eeyore
broken beyond repair
spending life in chaos and despair.
YOU ARE READING
Before life trickles away...
Teen Fiction"I'm drowning in the things i never told you.." A collection of poems written by a silly girl.
