heres another poem sorry if there not good The blood doesn't put out anymore, But the scars still show, Will these wounds heal or be forever sore, The memories shine a bright glow. The pain still remains, The tears still fall, Rivers of the blood still stains, My wall remains tall. A razor blade carved into my wrist, Every cut shows pain, Every scar has a story with a twist, To many problems to explain. There is no where to hide, No reason to even try, Inside I have already died, As I disappear, I break down and cry.
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i wrote this one to shelby a while back
No other friend is quite like you, No other friend could do exactly what you do. No other friend could listen to my dreams, No matter how weird it all seems. You’re the one thats there for me when i need a friend, We’re gonna be tight till the end.No other friend could understand me like you do, I dont know what i would do without a friend like you.