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My Scars Ache...
Contributed by
amber_vonhorror
on
Tuesday, 19th May 2009 @ 04:49:40 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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See that boy, with the white shirt on?
His daddy's a millionaire and his mummy's ***** off
So he takes the shots at 7am before the day begins
Dancing with the devil
It's relief from the gin
He screams...well my scars ache.
See that girl on the right with
The pretty dark blue tights
Underneath those pretty things
The scissors always dig in
When she tastes the blood splatters
She knows that she would win
Its the only drug that takes away her sin
She screams...well my scars ache.
See that boy lying there, arms over his head?
He had an aspiration that by 5 he would be dead
He's new room is the psych ward and his best friend
Is his bed.
Lithium & Valium the relief inside is head
He screams...well my scars ache.
And you know ...
That girl sitting with her arms under her breasts
Feeling so self conscious cause she wasn't born with them
He stole his mummy's makeup when he was only 10
Saw him in her high heels and shot herself in the head
S/he screams.
Well My Scars Ache!
Well my scars ache, do they bleed like mine?
I'm staring through the mirror. At these lives.
Oh, so divine.
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Re: My Scars Ache...
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by FireStarter on
Friday, 14th November 2014 @ 06:26:50 AM AEST
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| I love your poem, it show alot of emotion. It made me sad |
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