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
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.