Sometimes I look down
And see child-like bandaids
Underneath is stupidity
An addiction hard to face
Scars deep to my bone
I feel so useless
That skin isn't so pretty anymore
A girl so emotionless
The pain is so bad
It makes me numb
I'm trying to distract
But I'm all alone
Scars deep to my bone
I look at my hands
Who knew such delicate detail
Can make me want to forget this land
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Time to Fly
PoetryTime to Fly is a collection of poetry that I wrote about my own thoughts and feelings. I hope this will help you find comfort and make you not feel alone in this journey called life as we go through our struggles together. Includes mixture of poetr...
