Scars
The scars that are in bedded in her skin, are the
scars she made to justify her sins,
When people see them they say it was for attention,
but the way she sees it was a cry for redemption,
They are dark with anger and deep with pain, people
don't know they all are not sane,
Their always thinking it was a horrible way to deal, but
she felt different because they didn't no what to feel,
No one gets better with others negative thoughts, they
just get worse and become not a lot.
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