Blade

Fri, 06/13/2014 - 11:39 -- KOD32

Rub against my skin, no more

Scars that don't form

From mistakes I made in the bathroom all alone

Wanting to be invisible

Needing to be seen.

Caught with a red line across my wrist and thigh,

With no way to explain it.

You found me.

You stopped me.

I love you.

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