And, as she pulls up her sleeve
Removes the bracelets
Reveals her skin
The jagged, ugly scars
The scars that represent a million tears
She can't say anything
Nothing at all
Except for two words
"I'm sorry"
And she's not sure who to
Herself, her friends, her poor bleeding skin
But she's falling apart
And therefor
She feels the need to apologize.
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Love And Depression
PoetryJust some quoted I like and sorry if some of them repeat just comment on one of them and I'll take it down
