Black Hole

Thu, 01/16/2014 - 19:39 -- Bodicca

Regardless of your innermost thought,
the blade you wield in desperation lies.
You are everything beautiful that you think you're not
And you'll look at your skin--
Scarred because of what is now a memory
And the ones who love you will kiss your scars--
wishing the memory off of you in vain.
If only you could take back the knife,
then no remnant would dare remain...
of the life back when you knew that pain.
Love yourself and those who love you too--
Nothing to gain in that pain but a black hole from which many try to return from in vain.


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