I'm brused and feeling blue. I've tried everything don't know what to do. Heart broken. I ask won't you
take me in? I have seen a world full of sin. Where do I even begin? Brused, used and confused. That's me. Take a good look and you will see.

Brused all over me. Makes me feel so ugly. There was a time when I use to be pretty. Time fades that all away. You know what I'm trying to say? Seems like it was just yesterday.


Brushes we all have them. Most are under our skin. People stare then they compare. Some are worse than others. We beat up on ourselves more than we should. Brushes are often hidden and that's not good.

Brus you have yours and I'll keep mine. I still have them there one of a kind. I have them I know. But try not to let them show. I feel these brushes have helped me to grow. Time will tell you never know.