The scars on her skin
Once bled rivers of Red
She opens her wounds
The blood drips down her bed.
The blade goes in
She marks again
Her scars pulse in red
Her mind goes blank
Her heart went numb
The rivers were flowing
From deep inside
The streams inside
Fall from her eyes
A Stinging nose and
A ball in her throat
A clench in her fist
Thunder rolling over her abyss
Her suffering ends like this.
She says...
“I wish I could drift”
She wipes her cheeks
And brushes her hair
Grabs the Band aid
To cover the layers
She walks away from a scene
Of shame
Into the world,
Where everything fades...
A false smile comes across her lips
And I feel it inside
Through her grip
It brings me to tears that
It brought her to this..
The Scars on her skin
pierce my heart like pins...
And I’ll never know how to take her away from this...
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