sara soto

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Scars - Poem by sara soto

the scars on my arms n wrist r frum you,
when u yell at me, i feel hopeless inside.
that no matter what i do, nothing will ever make u happy.
wen u cry i feel sad, like iv done somthing wrong.
but i no i didnt, your jus not happy for what i did wrong.
when im alone in this dark, cold world, i slide the blade across my own fleash.... and let my pain bleed away.
when time goes by i will see my scars and remember why there there, n
what u did to me.....


Comments about Scars by sara soto

  • (4/21/2010 6:39:00 PM)


    i can relate to this poem immensly. it is truely amazing. whats ironic is that i feel the same, also that apparently yu are exactly a year younger than me. insane! anyway. you are very talented. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 21, 2010


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