Just when I think
"They're gone for good"
"I'll get past this"
"I'll never see them again"
My body, water
The right lighting perhaps
That scars will come back
A daunting white mark
Most wouldn't know
But oh, I do
They fade in, they fade out
Once it's done,
There's no going back.
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realities of a broken soul | poetry
PoetryA collection of my private, most cherished poems. authors note: certain poems talk in relation to self harm or depression, including mentions of suicide. such poems are marked with an "(x)" in the chapter title.
