my pride
I cut myself again last night,
although I knew it wasnt right.
I took away my pride, my dignity
all because of my selfish stupidity.
I tried to rid myself of the pain inside,
with these bloody scars that I try to hide.
One carved right below my heart,
I think thats where the pain did start.
The deepest are above my ankle
for the anger in my heart that rankles.
The rest lie upon my wrist
yet the pain inside still persists.
Why I do this to myself I do not know.
Nor will these cuts and bruises ever show.
Pain runs much deeper than the skin,
The pain I feel comes from within.
although I knew it wasnt right.
I took away my pride, my dignity
all because of my selfish stupidity.
I tried to rid myself of the pain inside,
with these bloody scars that I try to hide.
One carved right below my heart,
I think thats where the pain did start.
The deepest are above my ankle
for the anger in my heart that rankles.
The rest lie upon my wrist
yet the pain inside still persists.
Why I do this to myself I do not know.
Nor will these cuts and bruises ever show.
Pain runs much deeper than the skin,
The pain I feel comes from within.
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 27 december 2010 | ||
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