When was the last time you told me that you loved me.
With a slit across my wrist, I set my pain free.
Beautifully scarred am I
But just not ready to die.
With the heartbreak tears, I cry.
I will never be myself again,
I am lost to these memories,
That fade in the end.
I don't want any pity,,
I just want to be loved.
Am I asking to much.
Just longing to have what everyone else has in their life.
Sorrowfully I tread in my own strife.
Another day goes by, with the same tears I cry.
I made a promise to myself to create my own story.
And show the world what I am about.
With my own kind of pain.
I lose myself in the rain,
Beautifully scarred am I
But not just ready to die.
©terrylin53
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