Scares

They make me want to die.
They slowly kill me inside.
But I'm there so often.
How can this be?
Cant they see my pain?
Still they force me.
A needle in my arm.
I am not afraid.
The scaple is cold.
Believe me,
its true.
All I've been through.
All they've been through.
All I'll go through.
All they'll go through.
All we've gone through.
All they'll go through.
I show my scar.
I show my holes.