My fingers trace these cold scars <br />And I remember the warmth beneath them.. <br />My eyes absorb these pink scars <br />And I remember the red beneath them.. <br />When will I see the day when <br />I'm not thinking of it, wanting it <br />Just to slow down my world, numb this pain? <br />When will I see the day when <br />I'm not afraid anymore to confess <br />Just spill all the poison bubbling beneath the surface?<br /><br />Newo Enec<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/will-i-ever-see-the-day/
