The scars they trace
All over my skin
There's marks
Are battles
I obviously didn't win
But you see they healed
And that's what I want to do
So please put the razor down
I want you to heal too
YOU ARE READING
ғυcĸ тнe ѕyѕтeм ®
ПоэзияThe depression is winning and guess what lovely it's going to kill me
Heal
The scars they trace
All over my skin
There's marks
Are battles
I obviously didn't win
But you see they healed
And that's what I want to do
So please put the razor down
I want you to heal too
