The Hidden Bruises talk2hand
The sharp blade of the knife
cuts across my white skin
blood oozes out with stinging pain
the force of a punch is thrown in my direction
i let it come
the bruise stays with me
not just on th outside
but bruises my heart
i can't control the abuse
but i can control the cuts
life ends and a new life begins
but will my life ever end in 'happily ever after?'
ok, now don't get the wrong idea...my friend inspired me to write this, she's been going through abuse, and she cuts her wrists cry . so i help her by talking to her, and being her friend.
people you may know have been abused or cut themselves and all you have to do is talk to them and be thier friend 3nodding
The sharp blade of the knife
cuts across my white skin
blood oozes out with stinging pain
the force of a punch is thrown in my direction
i let it come
the bruise stays with me
not just on th outside
but bruises my heart
i can't control the abuse
but i can control the cuts
life ends and a new life begins
but will my life ever end in 'happily ever after?'
ok, now don't get the wrong idea...my friend inspired me to write this, she's been going through abuse, and she cuts her wrists cry . so i help her by talking to her, and being her friend.
people you may know have been abused or cut themselves and all you have to do is talk to them and be thier friend 3nodding
