Broken
She sees the marks on her sister's thigh
Broken skin, Broken girl
Where was she when she made the first mark?
Making her own marks.
Broken skin, Broken girl
Not the typical marks, but they still can be seen.
Laughter but no sound, was she even laughing?
Skinny this, petite that.
Got to her head with no warning.
Saw the broken image in front of her but couldn't say a word.
It hurt more to say something
Broken skin, Broken girl
Silence is sometimes louder than people think
She looked up at her and cried
Broken skin, Broken girl
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