Lovely Are The Scars

How 

am I supposed to focus on all the good in life when I am ever so 

Numb 

like the scars on my wrist, the ones that never made it past my skin

Frantic 

are the thoughts in my head as I'm panicking about everyone being able to see them

Almost A Year 

has gone by since the thing that changed me into a 

Crazy Head Case

and made me love the way scars looked and the way they began to feel 

Insane 

was the way that I learned to label the actions that didn't make any sense 

Including 

the lovely scars wrapping themselves around my right wrist.

 

 

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