Feeling ever guilty of everything that went wrong.
feeling ever hurt by my mother.
Feeling constantly ygly for all the torment I recieved.
Ever shy and self - conscienous,
Unable to argure with anyone.
Everyone's a victim of their past.
*** Bloodied red marks lie externally on my skin -
But they die with time.
The scars within -
Etched on my soul,
Will never die -
Just fade.
They will wither with the years but are still visable,
When the shields are peeled back.
*** She's always thought she had an excuse.
She says she suffered violence too.
That never swayed me.
No-one should have to suffer like that -
Let alone a child.
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GOTHIC VAMPYRESS - 26/02/03
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