Scars

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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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brosiabear97 commented on Scars

06-09-2011

kinda sad and very depressing but you have amazing skill and i hope that you see it.

LilliannaFenton

10/13/2011

Thanks(: Depressing, sadly, is what I'm good at. And I'm just now beginning to believe it when others say I have talent. (:

Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

LilliannaFenton’s Poems (27)

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Raw 1
Hope 1
We Were -Perfect-. 0
Am I? 0
He Cares. 1
Blood 1
Victim 0
Sweet Sensation 0
Why....? 0
Help Me 0
Going Crazy 0
Wolf 0
Kyla 0
Forever 0
Doubts 1
Misery 1
Escaped 1
Life 0
Love you 0
Scars 1
Or 1
End It 0
Death....My best friend 0
Given Up 1
Meaning of Love 2
Selfish 1
Till I Die 1