Petals In The Grass

Cuts And Sorrows

My predators are gone
Except for in my head
Haunting my days
Stealing my nights
I had to teach myself happiness
And learn about love
My thoughts are drifting
Towards loneliness
A place I know well

Some peoples cruelty
Is immeasurable
So callous and premeditated
Punished for being a child
Punished for being innocent
Punished for being me
Now I punish myself
With my cuts and sorrow
Disillusioned
Stunned


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Cuts And Sorrows

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