Pain
Hurt is pain
Pain is cuts
Cuts bleed
Blood stains
Stains stay,
Like the scars on my legs
Tiny White Scars
Tiny little marks
Left behind,
Caused by great pain
Made by a single, sharp blade
As small as the mark
It still means a lot,
Brings back memories,
Causes pain
Over the years
The scars will fade
But never leave
You'll never forget how or when they were made
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Meaningful Poems
PoesíaThis story has relocated to LarlyHoran's account but there are difference so not all of the poems from here ended up there as well, enjoy!
