My body is scared, bruises don't seem to fade.
Cuts leave the scars on my skin.
When I look in the mirror I'm reminded of who I am. What i wish not to be.
I'm a body full of scars, cuts and bruises.
I'm trying to recover the soul I have lost many years ago. My veins are empty not full of blood, but full of sorrow. My lonely heart can't get enough of this pain.
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Just some poetry
PoesiaPoems collected from the jumbled up thoughts inside my brain.
