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porcelain skin painted by scars

each one telling a story of who you are

blood spatter upon the walls

though unclear, tell all

blood falls just as fast as your tears

rusty salted liquid is all seen when you look in the mirror

none of which come from fear

their meaning

loss, pain, self destruction

your soul fades slowly

like a summer day

your emotions no longer mask

youve become a victim at last

self isolation is a magnification of who you are

who youve become

what has happened you have done

your arms tell the story of yourself

your legs your stupidity

your torso your heart ache

how many cutts, stabs will it take

for the blood you spill to become a pigment of who you once were

the answer no one will ever know

until self destruction becomes no more

your heart aches,

your arms bleed

understanding is what others need

youve lacked compassion in your story

but its those who judge who have took the glory

your death awaits them

Reviews

[Sexy P3nguin]

I LOVE IT! Great description and amazing flow! I'm cutting this review short because I'm speechless. Thanks for entering and good luck =]