Dear Esther,
I try my best to cover the scars up.
To leave the bruises out of sight;
To shun away the image of a bloody knife
But scars don't go away,
Instead they stay,
A reminder of unbearable pain
I use the sleeves of my tattered coat,
To hide the cuts on my wrists,
The haunting marks on my skin
I try so hard,
To forget the daunting past,
But it still remains in my head,
Clear and vast...
Quinn
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shards of the heart
Poetry❝the scars that screamed of revolutions inside her head and the shards that made up her heart were things that no one saw.❞ suffering from a terrifying eating disorder and from a shattered home, quinn's greatest tormentor is imperfection. her world...
