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.