Loud Scars.

 

With scars so deep the eyes can feel,Harming so often it's now a skill. Around me I wonder if my pain is telling,To face I'm calm, but inside am yelling. The words they say of laughing torture,The girl I know but just can't love her. Life is a game won with no win,I harm to be free then am judged by sin. Leave me alone it's God's place, right?Now that I've spoken I will remain another night. 

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