She's got invisible scars all over her body.
Over her face, above her heart, legs, and arms.
All her life she's had so much pain,
That she doesn't care anymore.
They just made her stronger, and thickened her skin.
Shes not the person she used to be, and she owns it unapologetically.
She's addicted to danger.
It's dark, but I love it.
She's not afraid.
Unlike the others, she's different.
She's kinda like me.
I think its the way she doesn't care about risks.
She fears nothing, not even death itself.
I could watch her swing a katana or perform switch blade tricks for hours.
We should fear each other, yet we don't.
It should be toxic, but it isn't.
We're not dependent on each other in order to live,
But we still care strongly for one another.
I'd count the scars, but i'm afraid that one day i'll be the one who increased that number.
