Scars
Myn is from surgery
not suiside
it goes across my troat
i was only 7 months old
Sam has them to
she put them there
shed cut all the time
i told her to stop
id lay my hand on her cuts
hold them
she wouldnt stop
but she did
she said no one cared
she was ugly
she looked like a boy
i told her somthing
i told her i cared
she was buitiful
she was a girl
she didnt look like a guy
i told her somthing
i told her i loved her
now there just scars
This poem is about:
Me
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