i know a girl
who has red on her skin.
no one knows
where she has been.
trailing down from her elbows to her wrists,
are jagged scars,
that will not be missed.
i always hoped
that i would cope.
that this sadness
was the kind
that faded over time.
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poetry for the poetic: 3
Poetrythis is my third book of poetry on wattpad. you can find my other two on my profile!
