He traces his fingertips along her porcelain skin,
Sitting up slightly as she pulls away her arms.
She tugs down her sleeves and averts her eyes,
Tears beginning to well up as she cries.
Slowly, he moves a hand to her face,
Wiping away her tears as he shakily asks her, "Why?"
She holds her hands to her chest,
Sleeves slowly falling with every shaky breath.
He glances down to see the paper-thin scars,
Decorating her delicate arms.
Moving away, she wipes at her eyes,
Explaining that's how she deals with pain bottled up inside.
He takes a deep breath,
Tucking her hair behind her ear.
"You don't need to harm yourself
When you have somebody there for you."
She just shakes her head,
Looking at him with an expression of dread.
"Even when I rant to you,
The demons inside want out.
They claw and bite,
Until I let them escape."
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K47 Poetry Book
PoetryJust.. All of my poems. Put into one place where I can share them without typing them up constantly. Please don't copy any of these, as I worked hard on them. Thank you. Note: If there is a writing where the title has asterisks (*) around it, READ A...
