wildgirl1998

Blue-Eyed Saviour A classroom of laughter, And a little girl on her own, The harsh critique of one popular child, And all the geese they'll follow, Difference isn't acceptance, In their eyes she was weird, An outcast, she had few, Only until this very day, I speak in third person, That little girl, was once me. But now things have moved on, To lands of leather and made up faces, And those school kids still un-accepting, But his voice it carries me through harsh winds, My gloomy days far below the horizon, I can breathe with my head now held high, No more fear for my own safety, He's brought me this far, I know we'll finish this journey toget

Have you seen my scars? How many have you seen? Do you know how I got them? Do you know what they mean? Do you know how it feels, To truly hate yourself, To be afraid to open up, Though you know that you need help? Have you ever felt the pain, Of being left behind, As one by one your friends disappear And dark thoughts fill your mind? Have you ever confided in, A friend you thought was true, Only to realize you scared her away, And she no longer talks to you? Have you ever blamed yourself, For simply being you, For all those stupid things, You always seem to do? Have you ever been called ugly, By some guys you barely knew, And started to