The Scars
The Scars were starting to fade away
Just like the Stars that fade to gray
But just like Stars,
The Scars return
Which makes everyone else
More concerned
The happy girl
That everyone knew
Is now turning
More blue
She sits in her room
All alone
Waiting for no one
To call her phone
One by one
Little drops of red
Fled from her wrist
Onto her bed
No one believed her when she said
"I need help or I'll be dead."
Drop by drop
She made it to the floor
And just in time
For her to walk through the big white door
~ fellow-psychopath ~
~ 2016 ~
