A hundred. A thousand.A Poem by Scisenheart
short. sorry about that.
I grip on tighty to my arms but I cant get a grip of life,
But all I do is stand and stare, stare at a the tempting knifes.
Why don't you see why I'm so scared? You're supposed to understand my strife.
Why I'm scared of being in love and being someone's wife.
I'm lying through my teeth,
Aided by a hundred smiles.
But the only way to cure this pain
Is to walk a thousand miles.
© 2012 Scisenheart
Trapped inside my head, Scotland