Marks scatter my skin,
Not a victory I win,
Just bloody nightmares,
Making people quite scared,
Feel so forsaken,
My soul has been taken,
All around,
Not a sound,
Just this moment,
I shall own it,
The blade,
It enslaved,
Me,
A she,
A girl,
In a world,
I just mutter,
And stutter,
And flip my words,
Haven't you heard,
Of Emily Mey,
What a shame,
She hated her life,
So much strife,
And so she briskly,
Swiftly,
Made,
A hole,
In her heart.
