Our ScarsMature

Blood-stained and tarnished
Wrong in your eyes
Dirty and ugly
Fills you with sighs

I look at my hands
Eyes prick with tears
Not brought of sadness
I've overcome fears.

Blood drips down my legs
The warmth from inside
You stare in disgust
I've nowhere to hide

The broken skin healing
Scars it will leave
Across your own arms
You'll pull down your sleeve

And I'll wonder why
Your scars on your arm
Are worse than the ones
From my times of harm.

The End

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