Description:The worst scars are the ones on your wrist. She smiles and laugh's but deep down inside she is sad and in pain. Call me a slut call me a whore and people say I didn't call you ask did you call me that and they say no i didn't call u a slut or a whore but they did... His smile his laugh his happyness his sadness he is my everything.. Silly little girl don't fool your self they've seen your scars just don't want to help... Little do they know how much could change with three little words "are you okay"....................... She hurts and she cries but you can't see the depression in her eyes because she just smiles.... You can't see my pain... My heart is braking... My mind is blank... My eyes are leacking.... And my wrist is now drained...
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PoetryThe worst scars are the ones on your wrist. She smiles and laugh's but deep down inside she is sad and in pain. Call me a slut call me a whore and people say I didn't call you ask did you call me that and they say no but they really called you a sl...
