I know you would rather see
Your skin without its scars
But darling, then you would be
Like a sky without its stars
You can't have a peaceful life
Without struggles and regret
But please don't pick up a knife
When you're trying to forget
I hope one day that you will see
That you, my star, matter too
From that day on, you will be free
To be the best new you
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my darkest hours | poems
PoetrySelf-written poetry that gives an insight on what goes through someone's head when they are at their lowest. ''I sit still in the prime of my darkest hours While my presence seems calm and serene The happiness of my personality overpowers And leav...
