Here’s to the tears I’ve shed, the pain I’ve had, and the skin left behind.
The tears that fill your eyes at night while they slowly drip down your face.
The pain I’ve had from fighting so hard to keep you in my life.
The skin left on the blade as it moves
The marks that are on her ankle that soon begins to heal.
They heal because they aren’t so deep but next time,
They will be deeper and harder to heal.
You’d think the pain would make her stop but it doesn’t.
I have a few secrets I have yet to tell anyone. So I just keep them bottled inside and throw them over the bridge and into the water. I’ve done this because it too hard to tell other people your pain and what you’ve been through. It’s to tell others
I should have told my mother she looked great;
I should have stopped to hug my best friend, Kate;
I should have shared my Snikers bar with Sam.
I should have kept the door from going"slam";