Tattooed Vixen's blog: "My Poetry"

My heart is like a battle field

It's got the scars to show

It has wounds that healed up nice and quickly

And, others that drug out nice and slow

My tears have flowed just like a river

Sometimes I thought they'd never dry

And, once or twice the one I usually turned to

Was the very one who'd made me cry

Sometimes I thought I needed no one

Then chose "friends" who brought me down

Turns out the one's who really love you

Are the one's who through all your bullshit, stick around

I must have put my parents through sheer hell

When they'd stay up wandering where I'd been

And, in the last ten years

I've only had one good true friend

I've made a few decisions

I'll have to deal with all my life

Had friends stab me in the back

Then grab the handle, and turn the knife

I've chosen roads that led to nowhere

Burnt brigdes I'd need to cross again

Had the Devil stand infront of me

And, temptation won, and I gave in

I lost a friend to drugs

He took his own life one night when he was high

And, one night my best friend drove while she was drinking

Yeah... I never got to say good-bye

I've had the past come back to haunt me

Regretted things I didn't say

But, I wouldn't go back and change a bit of it

It's made me who I am today...