wrestled by an unknown power within
and scarred by the voices in her head
she was not expecting someone to stab her in her back.
their nails ran down her spine in a flowing manner
and she knew that the goosebumps that popped up
were signs.
signs that she had to face at some point,
though she knew they were no good.
the crimson scarlet leaked from her body
she was bleeding words of agony
the scratches now created a unique pattern
on her skin
reminded her that she was human
and she knew that when she bleeds
it's because she has been battered
and bruised
she knew that she was afflicted deep within by her enemies
and even by herself
but most of all she knew that all she had to do
was bandage her scars
in hope that they would one day heal
in hope that theses bandages wouldn't reveal that she was weak.
#love #yourself #no #matter #what
© Zeneisha Smith *** 2018
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