From the thorns on the trees,
cutting through my eyes at one glance,
Travels down,
Cutting scars under my skin,
impacting my heart with a bleeding rain of tears,
I scream in surrender,
to the pain at which has enveloped my heart,
and the darkness that consumes my soul.
I surrender to the reality,
That once a heart is borken,
the scars will always be there
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