Forever Scorned

Copyright, Brookelyn

the scars of her arms. show her war.
the scars of her legs show hatred towards.
all this its the same. a fake pain. a mask. engraved.
they shudder at the sight. long to know the fright.
to see inside her skin. looking for the sin.
she wishes she could cut it all out.
when nothing else helps. there will always be.
a nice little blade. sharp shards of glass.
the sweet embrace.
of still feeling alive.


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