Scratches dissapear
And so does the wounds your words leave
But cuts leave scars
And so does your actions
They scar my body
They scar my soul
They tear at my skin
They tear at my heart
Makes me wish I wasn't born
Makes me wish I could just give up
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Poems
PoetryI scream till my voice gives out Till my lungs cave in Till my heart beats like a drum Till the blood rushes to my face Till the silence afterwards makes me think I went deaf 'Cause I'm so used to the sound of my own pain I scream until my body stop...
