All the love that no one gave me is on one arm
All the lines that have been crossed is on another
The soothing bite of sharp on skin
The blood slowly oozing out
Truth scattered across my arms in scars
Just waiting for someone who cares to help
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An Ended Life
PoetryJust a bunch of poems that I have written over the years during the times when I was severely depressed. Most are sad but there are a few happier ones.
