Where my scars came from
I know one day,
In the future.
I will have to tell someone,
Sooner or later.
Of where my scars come from,
When most don't know.
The few that knew,
Helped me through.
But know it's time,
For me to shine.
I fought through,
No matter what.
I fought through,
What most thought was too tough.
I'm not saying,
It wasn't hard.
Cause that's all it was,
For I would cry, in my yard.
I felt lonely,
Useless, and alone.
But look at me know,
Everyone thinks I'm as tough as stone.
But sooner or later,
People should know.
Of where my scars,
Came from.
YOU ARE READING
The sadness that I live in
PoetryThis is just some poems or stories that I wrote or lyrics that I really like. They're all sad, I believe.
