 Re: English poetry
I've hidden my cuts, like I've hidden my pain,
I'm not giving up with this destruction so vain,
I tried to be brave, I tried to be strong,
But day after day, you told me this song...
A song of your anger, the song of concern,
You keep on wondering if I'll even learn,
You think I'm not serious although you can see...
These scars are all over, these scars that still bleed!
I'm tired of being there for you and not me,
I want to be happy, for once just be free!
I've broken the chains that once had the knife,
I'm cutting in spite, of your anger and life! |