Every scar has a story
Every cut has something to say
There's reasons why in like this but no one has the time of day to hear what I have to say.
YOU ARE READING
The broken
PoetryThe stinging burn of the water from my fresh cuts. The hot salty liquid streaming down my red hot cheeks. The times I am in so much pain that I can't even cry anymore.
Scars
Every scar has a story
Every cut has something to say
There's reasons why in like this but no one has the time of day to hear what I have to say.
