These red marks and bruises
Can't explain them self
Of how they got a hold
Their backstory is like a bookshelf
Each story waiting to be told
The ones on my legs
I was beaten by a close friend
Punches repeatedly thrown
That fed her flesh not wanting to end
The ones on my arms
Scratched from when she held them down
Nails dug in my skin
Struggling to escape made me frown
The one around my neck
Choked from when I tried to fight back
The grip would tighten
Then everything turned black
The one on my face
Slapped again and again when I got too weak
Made my face red as hell
And made me look like a freak
The one on my heart
No one to blame but I
For wanting to be someone important
But I knew it was all a lie
-SomethingDark
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Cold Nights ||Poems||
PoetrySometimes I just need a way to express how I feel when I can't put it into words, I'm sure we all feel that way whether you're a teen or young adult. Mental health deserves to be heard, you deserve to be heard.
