Scar Tissue

Scar Tissue

A Poem by Surrealist

Without the means to make amends,

It sprawls.

Your soul is plain

And mine

Is not colorful enough for the both of us.

Out, from within,

Extraordinary falsehoods, blur

My hand and your hand

The skin,

Similar,

And seething, tense,

Where the blood stops

And catches scars.

I don’t think love hurts,

Like this.

© 2013 Surrealist


Author's Note

Surrealist
I wrote this about cutting.

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Cutting is a very touchy subject, glad someone is willing breach it

Posted 11 Years Ago


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Surrealist

11 Years Ago

Thanks, it helps me to write about dark stuff rather than experience it i guess.

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Added on May 4, 2013
Last Updated on May 4, 2013
Tags: dark, suicide, hopeless

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Surrealist
Surrealist

Wausau, WI



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