Lovely Are The Scars
How
am I supposed to focus on all the good in life when I am ever so
Numb
like the scars on my wrist, the ones that never made it past my skin
Frantic
are the thoughts in my head as I'm panicking about everyone being able to see them
Almost A Year
has gone by since the thing that changed me into a
Crazy Head Case
and made me love the way scars looked and the way they began to feel
Insane
was the way that I learned to label the actions that didn't make any sense
Including
the lovely scars wrapping themselves around my right wrist.
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