The knives that struck my body,
I don't feel the pain anymore.
But the marks still paint my skin,
To remind me what I rise for.
To show the strength I have,
That I healed myself alone.
That I fought through the great pain.
And my broken skin, I've sewn.
But the scars will stay forever.
So I know I fought the war.
And battles keep on coming,
To remind me what I rise for.
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Rain Clouds
PoetrySimple poems, each with a story just behind them. ••• This book will be updated whenever I write a new poem worth posting. I draw inspiration either from my own complicated emotions, or sometimes even stories I've created in my mind. I suppose only...
