Scratches cover her arms,
Bruises litter her thighs,
Burns overpower her calves,
And her smile is her disguise.
She has self harmed,
She has attempted to leave,
But she hasn't left yet,
Why is she so naive?
Her body is covered in unforgettable scars,
But that's okay,
She's doesn't feel pain,
She's dead inside anyway.
