Scars
- Jan 20, 2018
- 1 min read
Like oil remaining on a cloth,
Your words remain on my skin,
Every punch you throw at me
Marks another scar on my body.
Like a blade slicing through my skin,
Every line on my body leaves a memory.
Your words stain, it makes me unworthy.
The droplets that fall from my eyes
Dry with an unfavorable memory.
Your words have made me numb.
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