Scars
Scars, on my skin,
Why did I let him in.
Look at me why do I do this,
I need a conversation, a hug, a kiss.
Unloved and dejected,
Bleeding and infected.
A feeling in my gut,
I don't want to stop, I want to cut.
Covered in blood, I rise.
I think of excuses.Lies!
Scars everywhere,
I'm not ashamed and I'm not scared
Copyright © Louise Reilly | Year Posted 2007
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