I lie here. Broken. Bruised. Torn and–used.
And though my scars don’t show, look at me.
I’m not happy on the–inside.
I lie here. Crying. Trying to–forget.
All of the hatred and–regret.
And though my tears–aren’t pouring from my eyes.
I’m not happy on the–inside.
I lie here–screaming–dreaming–of when you still cared.
And thought my screams–are deathly silent.
I’m not happy on the inside.
I’m not happy on the inside.
Oh–oh–oh–ooh–ooh.
-Holly
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Bby Boo said,
January 23, 2007 @ 12:14 pm
Wow. U are sosososososososo good.
hollydior said,
January 23, 2007 @ 11:29 pm
Aha, thanks dolly
David Raho said,
January 24, 2007 @ 9:09 am
I like this poem
hollydior said,
January 24, 2007 @ 12:07 pm
Thanks!
Rain Joanne said,
January 25, 2007 @ 2:34 am
Omg. Once again, you amaze me. Omg.
hollydior said,
January 25, 2007 @ 2:40 am
Thanks again.
emilyishere said,
January 30, 2007 @ 2:01 am
amazing! just amazing. wow. i am…i am speechless.
Holly Dior said,
February 6, 2007 @ 12:12 am
Thanks a bunch!