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Look at her bruises,
This one green and that one black.
Look at her scars
All displayed upon her back.
Look at her arms,
This all comes from the harm.
Look at her eyes,
You can tell she's one that cries.
If this is on the outside,
Just think about the inside.
Broke heart,
Torn apart,
Used,
Abused.
Can her light still shine
After pain from all these swine?
Or is her heart blind,
Never to ever find it's way,
Look at the light of day,
Have all it's goodness washed away
Cursed forever and ever to stay;
In this darkness
Without light
Lost in the blackness
Of it's night,
Suffocating in it's own air tight.
But...
Is all of this... really right?
- by iRawrasaur |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 04/19/2009 |
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Comments (3 Comments)
- SupremeSinging - 07/19/2013
- idk what Hop off My RainBow is saying, but that's a great and sad poem. 5/5. well done!
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- Hop off My RainBow - 04/19/2009
- have even read my ofer stuff urs arnt that good th one tht u have
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- xretarded_muffinsx - 04/19/2009
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whos the girl?................
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me. :/
this poem describes me but my bruises arent
noticeable because their not on the low part of my arm
their on the high part. and my shirt covers it.. - Report As Spam