What kills me
is when i
run my
fingers down
my arm
to my scars
and closing
my eyes
wishing
when i
open them
my scars
would
disapear
but they dont.
They stay
like a
mark.
What kills me
is when i
run my
fingers down
my arm
to my scars
and closing
my eyes
wishing
when i
open them
my scars
would
disapear
but they dont.
They stay
like a
mark.