Skin.
My skin,
full of scars.
Full of sadness.
My skin has your name carved into it.
I hope it stays forever.
If not I'll carve it again,
again,
and again.
Till it stays,
and stays forever.~17.01.2018

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It's not a phase, just depression
PoetryHere I'm gona post some sad poems if you can call them that. Hope you enjoy.