Scars
She sucked in a breath,still slightly surprised.
She knew it would hurt,
she had braced herself.
She smiled at the pain,
it washed away all else.
The red on the floor,
her white towel absorbing it.
She threw her head back,
and suppressed a scream.
As the blade lay on her floor,
she watched her wrist bleed.
She would forever wear long sleeves,
Just to hide her scars.
And she smiled,
cause she was finally okay.
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