Loud Scars.

October 16, 2013

With scars so deep the eyes can feel,

Harming so often it's now a skill.

Around me I wonder if my pain is telling,

To face I'm calm, but inside am yelling.

The words they say of laughing torture,

The girl I know but just can't love her.

Life is a game won with no win,

I harm to be free then am judged by sin.

Leave me alone it's God's place, right?

Now that I've spoken I will remain another night.

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