-Scratches and Scars-
A thick red line was painted onto my skin
Four more followed them down to my wrists.
My arm stung in pain as I sat on the floor
The razor in my hand was taunting me.
It was like a magnet pulling my arm to it once again.
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Dark Poems
Mystery / ThrillerNew poems are updated randomly. I will try to get one new poem up every week. Hope you enjoy!