Scars - Poem by sara soto
the scars on my arms n wrist r frum you,
when u yell at me, i feel hopeless inside.
that no matter what i do, nothing will ever make u happy.
wen u cry i feel sad, like iv done somthing wrong.
but i no i didnt, your jus not happy for what i did wrong.
when im alone in this dark, cold world, i slide the blade across my own fleash.... and let my pain bleed away.
when time goes by i will see my scars and remember why there there, n
what u did to me.....
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