she was in a state
of eternal sadness
and fear.
she had scars from the monsters on her wrists.
smoke from their kiss
she's broken inside
she saw every demon
every monster
that were disguised
as humans
she saw darkness
with very little light to guide her
these monsters grabbed and clawed at her wrists, making her bleed.
making her have scars
so that she would wear long sleeves everyday.
she lives in fear
that the boy she loves
will never love her
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Broken
Poetryshe screamed at the wind she was living in darkness watching everyone smile laugh even live happy lives as she held the cold blade to her wrists even as she held that cigarette between her lips.
