Story of My Life
These scars tell a story,
They hold the secrets I’ve held dear,
The story of my life began with a single line,
A single light pink line drawn in scarlet,
It tells of the pain and agony,
The misery I felt,
The story of how I became so cold,
So distant,
And never smiled again,
The story of my life,
How I never laughed at any jokes,
How I never smiled at you,
It tells of all the bad times,
This faint pink line tells.
So many secrets,
All in one line,
It marks the pain I feel inside,
Just one faint pink line,
Faded over time,
But it will never disappear,
Because it tells the story of my life,
it's marks something I hold dear.
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