My signiture....was it woth your time?poetry?

mark upon wrist,
stream of red flowing down arm.
scars deep bone,
slashed , locked away reality.
broken down life of abuse,
assume it’s angry father, or alcoholic mother.
when show them scars,
, eyes have seen much, clouded in memories,
worries take over.
close think know happens,
never girl family cares,
kind of,
, yet, still finds safety in cutting.
new scars show’s weak,
old scars reveal past.
if stops,
if there no proof still slices @ once beautiful flesh,
cutter,
,
stained red, no desire go back.

have bad days lately , think of way show friends how felt. i'm telling you. strangers wont judge me

a mark upon wrist, stream of red flowing down arm. scars deep bone, slashed , locked away reality. broken down life of abuse, assume it’s angry father, or alcoholic mother. when show them scars, , eyes have seen much, clouded in...

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