I've got scars on my legs, I've got scars on my arms
I've got scars on my face, I've got scars on my heart.
With each scar, my heart and my eyes bleed tears of sorrow and pain.
Each scar tells a story of grief, pain, confusion, anger, exclusion, and broken heartedness.
More and more come every day
the colors change from red to gray.
no longer do I feel the pain on my skin
or the sharp needle or pin.
but more and more do I feel the pain on my heart
more and more from the start.
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Poems.....
Poems i wrote. They are dark, unexpected, and the real me. Can you handle it? Thou Shall Read Poems If Thou Dares To.
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