At My Weakest
You probably don't know
What you're doing to me
But why should you care?
You don't even see
These scars so pale
Against my cold skin
The softly glistening tears
That i can't hold in
I run and run
But eventually i stop
Exhaustion closes in
And up your face pops
For when i am weakest
When i'm down on my knees
The moments i miss you
I feel agony seize.
By: Liz Prosser
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