With every scar i add
They make me feel so sad
Make me feel so worthless
But they hide the scars i have
It always feels so sharp
And drives my mind apart
To always think of death
And wipe away this mess
Darkness over powers me
With beliefs of such insanity
Thoughts of pure profanity
Crushing my soul an vanity
Pains the heart inside of me
For the sake of my reality
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Author:
steve H (
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Comments1
A fine blunt poem, S. I wish other things were blunt too, so as not to scar. I shudder at such things, having heard some stories.
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