Poem Hunter
BC (2-8-90 / Virginia)


Poem By Bekie Carroll

after all that is said
and all that ive cried
after every night
with needles and blood
i might as well be dead
dead to the world
but never dead to myself
the scars the pain the tears
have hurt me so bad
i must shut out
anything and everything that ever hurt me


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those scars are the past...you can forgive yourself, i know you're strong enough now. great poem. hehe just so you know, im VERY bored right now. ta-ta! *muah*