prerana

The girl in her beachwear

I stare at my cut as it bleeds out

Knowing far too well there’s nothing I can do to make it stop

Should I blame the person who put it there

Because this is more than anything I can bear

I pick up the cloth to rub off the red 

But how do I get rid of what is in my head 

A cut so deep it hurts my soul

Makes me doubt myself as a person overall

A cut that I try my best to heal

But one that won’t go away despite the emotions I feel 

I scurry through the crowd looking for the person that put it there

I pick up a mirror as I see her in her beachwear