A nameless poem I haven't thought of the name ~ Wolfcat343
cœur, coeur dipped in black ink
pain causing the soul to sink
it makes toi wonder what type of sick minds abuse people... they can't think
the scars prove toi have been hurt
toi think its the only escape
don't throw yourself in the dirt
Someone loves you
even if toi don't think so
toi might not know
We try forgetting our pasts but is so damn hard
you're falling apart
I'll try my best to help to piece toi back together
but unlike that fairy tale its alot harder
it feels like the pain will last forever
oh oh
don't give up yet, don't give up yet, yeah don't give up yet
toi can make it through
yeah me and you
I'll be at your side
helping toi fight
tonight is the last night toi spend alone
living in the eyes of the unknown
toi can do it
toi can sit at that throne
knowing your not alone
cœur, coeur dipped in black ink
pain causing the soul to sink
it makes toi wonder what type of sick minds abuse people... they can't think
the scars prove toi have been hurt
toi think its the only escape
don't throw yourself in the dirt
Someone loves you
even if toi don't think so
toi might not know
We try forgetting our pasts but is so damn hard
you're falling apart
I'll try my best to help to piece toi back together
but unlike that fairy tale its alot harder
it feels like the pain will last forever
oh oh
don't give up yet, don't give up yet, yeah don't give up yet
toi can make it through
yeah me and you
I'll be at your side
helping toi fight
tonight is the last night toi spend alone
living in the eyes of the unknown
toi can do it
toi can sit at that throne
knowing your not alone
Check your soul – wolfcat343
See those scars?
He’s the reason
he should be behind bars
the girl’s pain is only increasing
never seizing
to that guy its pleasing
nobody realizes
Through their eyes
They only see lies
Some would see
others spread stories
she says she’s okay
She’s hiding away
During those times
No one recognizing the obvious crimes
Outside hurt
Inside beautiful
She stood up for herself oneday
the guy was taken away
finally she was free
All what people need to do now is look past her scars, bruises and pain
find the girl inside who’s beautiful, ignore the outside stain
Are toi going to be the person who helps
ou the person who hurts?
it doesn’t matter on outside appearance
The person inside is who counts
After all we’re only souls carrying human bodies
Ask yourself, not “how pretty am I today?” but “how does my soul look?”
See those scars?
He’s the reason
he should be behind bars
the girl’s pain is only increasing
never seizing
to that guy its pleasing
nobody realizes
Through their eyes
They only see lies
Some would see
others spread stories
she says she’s okay
She’s hiding away
During those times
No one recognizing the obvious crimes
Outside hurt
Inside beautiful
She stood up for herself oneday
the guy was taken away
finally she was free
All what people need to do now is look past her scars, bruises and pain
find the girl inside who’s beautiful, ignore the outside stain
Are toi going to be the person who helps
ou the person who hurts?
it doesn’t matter on outside appearance
The person inside is who counts
After all we’re only souls carrying human bodies
Ask yourself, not “how pretty am I today?” but “how does my soul look?”
