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Tomorrow
Contributed by
miss_aude
on
Friday, 27th April 2007 @ 10:59:07 AM in AEST
Topic:
toughstuff
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Loathing inside,
I scratch my skin.
Scrape it away,
I still can't win.
Nails like razors,
Dig in deeper.
The sickness inside,
Drives me crazier.
So filthy underneath,
I scream out loud.
It rots to the bone,
And even farther still beneath.
My soul is scarred,
Forever stained with sorrow.
Everyday's a struggle,
But I get up again to do all over tomorrow.
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2007-04-27 10:59:07] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Tomorrow
(User Rating: 1 ) by shelby on
Friday, 27th April 2007 @ 02:28:27 PM AEST (User
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Responding to your comment at beginning, I would say I had a few other things in mind.
THis poem is heartbreaking, but the end said it all you get up each morning.
I am sorry this happened to you and the pain that it has caused but if you lie down and let it stain you and suck the life out of you he is the one who wins. I wish for you better days filled with sunshine and hope that tomorrow will soon be a better day and your soul and heart will be mended again.
~Michelle~ |
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