Like I couldn't stop sawing,
The blood doesn't seem to stop pouring.
White to red,
Live to dead.
Anger and pain is flowing away,
But the scars on my skin will always stay.
Red to pink,
blood in the sink.
Black to grey,
My problems won't go away.
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Hello Hannah, thank you for sharing these words. I hope you have lots of beautiful friends around you. Keep writing for you are giving so much to so many others.