The Scars

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: August 20, 2018

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The Scars

You take off the sweatshirt, all the eyes began to run down to the cuts that seem to be all over the arms.
If they saw the way your legs looked under those pants, they'd be more aware of all the self harm.
You take off the sweatshirt, and I can see the scars that you bear and it brings a tear to my eye.

The cuts are deep, I run my hands down them and I can feel the pain in my heart with every cut.
Putting my hand on your cheek, I tell you that I wish you weren't hurt no more but I know that my words just don't mean enough.
It's a hard knock world, I just wish that life for beautiful people like you was not so rough.

I take off my sweatshirt, and you can see the same cuts on me and you say no words, you just look into my gaze.
Their is trouble that everyone is dealing with in this world, it's whether you try to add or heal those scars that makes it different more these days.
They will never be gone, but I hope that from me you can just learn about happiness and we can try to be free together.

I don't know, random poem. It was off the top of my head to the song Cracks. Enjoy reading, : )


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