Tuesday, December 19, 2017

WHY

Mommy, Daddy, why the scars
Why the hatred that has grown in your hearts
Have I not been good
Have I not been glad
What have I done
Why are you mad

The blood from my wounds
Flow like a tide
Please put down the knife

No more scars
No more pain

I just want to be a family again

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