Lovely Are The Scars


am I supposed to focus on all the good in life when I am ever so 


like the scars on my wrist, the ones that never made it past my skin


are the thoughts in my head as I'm panicking about everyone being able to see them

Almost A Year 

has gone by since the thing that changed me into a 

Crazy Head Case

and made me love the way scars looked and the way they began to feel 


was the way that I learned to label the actions that didn't make any sense 


the lovely scars wrapping themselves around my right wrist.




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