Holding other hearts,
Mending them fine;
I forgot to ask,
Who hurt mine?
Holding other hands,
Making their pains go away;
I forgot to ask,
Mine not to come in the way.
Oh you won't see the scars,
Nor hear my screams,
That the demons make me,
Do in my dreams.
I tried to hide, all the
Emotions in my eyes;
But alas! No one even,
Tried to look into my eyes.
~☆~✧~✧~☆~
The pain of my heart flowing through my eyes - in blood.
Anna
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Inks of Heart
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