Wed, 05/21/2014 - 23:58 -- bitzy

Her scars are like a diary,

open for the world to see.

Showing how low she's been,

and how many times she's been there.

Her wrist is the only honest part of her,

it's where the truth about her world lies.

The world she is alone in,

so dark she can't make out love from hate.

It all blurs together with the red lines on her body.




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