She cuts herself for punishment,
that's been cast upon her heart.
Her soul desires betterment,
but don't know where to start.
She walks asleep in words of his,
while crying inside out.
She bares her all for what he gives
screaming silently in shouts.
All along the road she walks,
there's not a sign to read.
Lost among the fears that run,
she cuts herself to bleed.
To drain the pain within herself,
that no one else can see.
She knows that she's the only one,
with painful scars and marks.
She cuts herself for betterment,
to bleed her painful heart...
I sadly know this. I was there because of him. however I met someone that reminds me that I'm a good person. Becca
Very good I absoulotly love it great lines and use of emotion
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
here's a slice of your mind I have not yet seen....it's quite a lovely sight....great one my friend...love it.