A thousand tiny scarsMature

A collection of my ramblings, scribbled in the dark.

I think I deserve a thousand tiny scars,
For everything I've done, I deserve this.

I think you need a thousand tiny scars
littering your arms
Marking when they hurt you so you'll always know
never trust

Beneath the bracelets on my wrists
Littered all across my hips
Is a graveyard for broken dreams
A reminder of reality.

I saw her run and hide again
As almost every day...

The knives cut skin deep,
Leaving scars that will heal.
Your words dig deeper,
The gaping wound woun't seal.

The End

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