A bruise is tender
but does not last,
It leaves me as
I always was.
But a wound I take,
much more to heart
for a scar will always
leaves its mark.
And if you should ask me
which you are,
my answer is-
you are a scar.
YOU ARE READING
things said and done.
Poeziesome of my poetry is in this, it's not a book. Most of the poetry in this book is from my depression phase.
