Beauty In the Scars
The scars on my heart
Seen by the slaches on my skin
To feel the pain
Rising from deep within
Death is not the wanting
Blackness is not the desire
Imagine of the blood
Could smoother the fire
She desperately reached out
In riddles and ryhms
Trying to put the pieces together
Of all the hard times
The thorn that twist and turn
As it punctures my side
No one hears me scream
All my silent cries
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