This is how many times they wrote their names on your flesh.
This is how many times you tried to escape a cell that was never real.
This is how many times they taught you that love is cruel, I say pointing to an empty wall full of tally marks.
And you can try to heal but they will never let you forget.
They like to count your scars and see how long they can drag you behind them.
Lick your wounds, this is far from over, they want to watch you count to eternity.
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The Boy That Never Forgot Their Name
PoetryStep into the life of a mystery in this poetry collection exploring romance, death,pain, and creatures out of this realm. Forget what you have learned of heartbreak and ghosts because when you walk into the forest I promise that you will know the tr...
