The burns paint her body
A memory to the pain
The scars scatter her body, in no pattern
An ugly truth that is a beautiful lie
The wounds are rough and rigged
Permament scars make her a monster
A choice she didn't have
A game forced to play
He mind is broken
Her skin affrayed
She was destroyed on the outside in
She's dead, but her heart still runs within
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Tortured Mind~ Poems~
PoetryThis is a poem book with an eerie twist to the holidays and seasons. Bringing you deep into the chilling secrets of winter and the hot deceptions of summer.
