It hurt, it is hard sometimes,
These scars, my wrists and thighs I have to hide.
I need anybody out there, get my back when I step into this fight.
Is anybody out there? Please help me I wanna die.
YOU ARE READING
Broken
PoetryTW: Blood, scars, self harm Once there was a girl with a happy smile. Over the years the smile faded and became an empty stare. Being happy cannot be taken for granted. Here is a life where the happiness got lost in the dark.
