crimson

And as she pulls up her sleeve,

removes the braclets,

reveals her skin

the jagged, ugly scars littered from within,

These scars represent a millions uncried tears.

She cant say anything, nothing at all

so adverts her eyes and concentrates, staring at the floor.

two words suppressed, “im sorry”.

And shes not sure who to

herself, her friends or her poor bleeding skin

but this girl,

shes falling apart, shes apologizing for what she hates.

herself.

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