A sick, dark girl
Sits in a clean, white room
Letting blood red hair hide the bruises on her face
Tears and blood fall
From her red eyes and knuckles
Results of punching too many mirrors and trusting all the wrong people
The bruises on her body
Gifts from the one she can't let go of
The scars on her arms
Personal punishment for the things she can't change
Blood shot eyes
And deep black hatred
Things she creates and inflicts upon herself
Just another hole in the wall
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Damn girl, what am I going to do with you?... As I've said so many times before, sit down and take a breather. I know it can be hard, but it's better then to leave scars on your body that may never heal. Exspecailly emotionally cause you'll keep looking at them remebering why you did them in the first place... and your left to waller in the pain you've left yourself to suffer. Not saying you asked for it. *Sigh* Overall from a poets point of veiw, it's a beautiful piece. Perfect in disribbing your pain.
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Wow,
A very in-depth piece you have weaved here.
Thanks for sharing, pen on poet.
Peace, Timothy aka poeticweaver~
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