Bittersweet Secret Poem by Morgan Stepek
Bittersweet Secret
She took note of the scars
Present on both arms
Said they were a reminder
To never again start.
She was addicted to cold silver steel
But death wasn't wanted
It was always too near.
She wanted release
From the day to day grunge
Wanted redemption
For the things she had done.
Scars are her secret
The white lines bittersweet.
This is the secret
Of a love
She couldn't keep.
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