i sit here
with ripped up jeans
and a ripped hoodie
my hair is crimped
and so is my arm
i carry the scar
every where i go
to remind me
what happend
on that day
people thinks
i did that scar
on my arm
but thats not the story
the scar on my arm
remains their
with no sorrow
or worries
the scar doesnt hurt
and it never will
i didnt cry
when it happend
i was only 4
i didnt know what was going on
when i look back on it now
i wonder
why would she do this to me?
she was suposed to be their for me
ur my blood
but now was long time ago
where over that point
im here with u now
and ur agood sister to me now.

i know its bad

awwww i really liked it

lol thnx