Broken
She's warm to the touch
inside ice.
He broke her heart;
she'll pay the price.
She can't move on
she loves him still.
She tries to hide the pain
by popping pills.
Depend on drugs;
looking for a fix.
See the scars on her arms
and her wrist.
She's a cutter;
blood covered razor
Ask her why?
She'll say he made her.
Copyright © Emily Humphreys | Year Posted 2009
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