scars
I used to cut
My skin yes
but that isn't as important
What matters is I used to cut my soul
I used to tear down my spirit
Flesh by Flesh
Fiber by Fiber
I saw my soul and de-humanized her
She was of no importance
She did not matter
And i almost kill her
On the outside, she seemed fine
happy
content
beautiful even
But that was not the case
She was liar.
Because she really was not okay.
She was dying...
And as the blood dripped from her side
her soul slowly dripped with it
like a steady waterfall of pain
But this is no sad story
My soul did not die
i did not let her
I was the author of my own sad story, i chose to change it.
~NEMO
