Story

You asked for a story,

Of tragedy and tears,

So let me tell a story,

That I have kept inside for years.

 

I once knew a girl very well,

And adored her simple life,

But her story is only known now,

In the scars made by a knife.

 

She was adored they said,

And there was no reason,

For what she did,

Other than she needed someone.

 

But hidden beneath her all-teeth smile,

Was a world she had tried,

To block out and ignored,

And tell herself it lied.

 

The girl’s story is not forgotten,

But inside the scars that are my arms,

And whispered in the head of,

Every who is self-harms.

 

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