Blood drips down my arm,
It’s like i’m obsessed with this harm,
My scars are a disgrace,
Tears roll down my face,
Feels like my life’s going in a small pace,
Who to talk to? and Who to trust?,
It’s like everyday, i’m getting cussed.
Posted inUncategorized
^_^ 🙁 🙁 😮 ;-( 😆 so true 😀 🙂