Story Of Scars Poem by Silence Dogood

After a year in therapy my psychiatrist said to me,
' Maybe life isn't for everyone'
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I have a story.
Written in scars.
My flesh as paper.
My blood as ink.

With a knife as pen.
I write out the sorrows.
Capture the pain.
In just one line.

The bindings of sleeves.
A cover of secrets.
A synopisis of blood.
The story of my life.

Maybe i'll write a sequel.
But I wont be able to publish.
For the end will be much different.
Cause next time I'll die.