Sharp, piercing and an unforgettable shine
Fierce and poignant, never missing
Flashes of red, dripping and dripping
No escape and surrounded forever
By a scar you will regret later
Is my body scarred?
Or is it my vision?
Is it the memory?
Or is it the feeling?
Staring back at me and into my soul
My soul, now left with a huge hole
But I’m reminded
About the vision, memory and feeling
All through a scar
Or should I call this
A stolen moment of my worth
A worth which I left alone
Leaving myself to sit and condone
Now my scar has left me with a lesson
Dear myself, always win against depression
GENRE: Society, depression, self harm, anger, sadness, painful, motivational
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