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Array ( [sid] => 57423 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => growing up too fast [time] => 2004-07-24 15:05:30 [hometext] => i worte this a while ago, its for my birth mom. I appreciate comments. [bodytext] => For all the times I ran away,
For all the fines we’ve had to pay,
For all the fighting everyday,
There are scars.
For any hurtful words I’ve said,
For any tears I might have shed,
For knowing it will be worse ahead,
There are scars.
For all the hurt you’ve put me through,
For all the dreams while missing you,
And knowing you won’t miss me too,
There are scars.
For all the times we’ve yelled and screamed,
For all the things you threw at me,
For all the sadness you didn’t see,
There are scars.
For the stories and the lies
For the never-ending cries,
That made me want to leave, to die,
There are scars.
For all the betrayals, the broken hearts
For all the times we were apart,
For all the slaps that were so sharp,
There are many scars.
When I get older, sad and gray
And I look back upon these days,
I won’t forget your hurtful ways,
Because when you look down at my arms
You’ll see these bleeding, tearing, scars
And I won’t have to try and explain,
How much I hurt, the extent of my pain.
These scars I have won’t fade away,
You’ll have to see them everyday,
And maybe then you won’t forget,
I’m not even fifteen yet,
And you’ll know what ruined me,
From the scars, the cuts you see.
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growing up too fast

Contributed by darkplaidbabe on Saturday, 24th July 2004 @ 03:05:30 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



For all the times I ran away,
For all the fines we’ve had to pay,
For all the fighting everyday,
There are scars.
For any hurtful words I’ve said,
For any tears I might have shed,
For knowing it will be worse ahead,
There are scars.
For all the hurt you’ve put me through,
For all the dreams while missing you,
And knowing you won’t miss me too,
There are scars.
For all the times we’ve yelled and screamed,
For all the things you threw at me,
For all the sadness you didn’t see,
There are scars.
For the stories and the lies
For the never-ending cries,
That made me want to leave, to die,
There are scars.
For all the betrayals, the broken hearts
For all the times we were apart,
For all the slaps that were so sharp,
There are many scars.
When I get older, sad and gray
And I look back upon these days,
I won’t forget your hurtful ways,
Because when you look down at my arms
You’ll see these bleeding, tearing, scars
And I won’t have to try and explain,
How much I hurt, the extent of my pain.
These scars I have won’t fade away,
You’ll have to see them everyday,
And maybe then you won’t forget,
I’m not even fifteen yet,
And you’ll know what ruined me,
From the scars, the cuts you see.




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Re: growing up too fast (User Rating: 1 )
by pyro_88 on Saturday, 24th July 2004 @ 03:59:02 PM AEST
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great poem.


Re: growing up too fast (User Rating: 1 )
by diamond_tears on Saturday, 24th July 2004 @ 05:19:59 PM AEST
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i liked this and i felt your pain. im sorry you feel this way. pm me if u need to chat xxx


Re: growing up too fast (User Rating: 1 )
by pixie on Sunday, 25th July 2004 @ 10:51:13 AM AEST
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very dark and painful write, *hugs*

pixie xx




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