These scars.
These scars will never fade
They shall rule my skin
These scars
They'll never be noticed
These scars.
They remind me-
The remind me of stripped bones
These white white bones.
Are becoming-
A cage around me.
And makeup isn't the key
To get out
YOU ARE READING
I'm Starting To Think...
Poetry...that everything can come together. It can tell us what we are. It can tell us what the meaning of everything is... If you just smile, You'll see the whole world. Now just smile. {Warning: Old. Bad. Old+Bad= Very bad.}
