Scars of the Past
She scars her skin
With tattoes of impurities.
She cuts her wrist
With blades of depression.
She stabs her heart
With mistakes of the past.
She kills her soul
With words from other people.
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My Daily Pill
PoetryA compilation of thoughts from Day 1 to present. (Finished) Other works: Overdosed Misplaced
