Are you happy?

by BTerry

October 31, 2015

On my legs and arms I have scars,

They are the bars through which my pain slips through

They just keep reminding me of you

You who caused me strife

You, who made this knife threaten my life

No matter what I do they won't fade,

Can you say you're happy with what you made?

I hold this gun to my head

Wondering what you'd think if I wound up dead

Will you care and will you cry,

Or will you laugh without even a sigh?

I have scars on my arms and legs,

They are the bars through which I beg

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BravoOct 31, 2015

This is a true example of art imitates life it's an awesome poem but beyond that I hope that your internal scars Will heal. Keep writing and keep your head up

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