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Body Massacre

I am just a pretty girl with ugly scars on her legs and wrists

You may think I am all happy but there’s a twist

That big bright smile on my face it’s just painted on

I wipe it off when it starts to hit dawn

Now I am crying in this dark room feeling the cold warmth of the blood dripping

Feeling my skin slowly ripping

This pain helps me feel alive again

Only if I had the guts to take this blade to my vein

But those questions keep running through my head

What would happen if I was dead?

Would anybody miss me?

Will I finally break free?

It’s those kind of question I keep on pondering about

But is this really the way out?

Maybe one day I will find the answers I’m looking for

But for now I will be just battling this constant war

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Tony Taylor

Wow Miss Willis,  this is very well written........the subject matter is quite controversial........you delivered this well, with an honesty of knowing.......if this true, then I would be moved to say I'm sorry for your struggle...I have known cutters.....and somehow they find a way through......perhaps poetry will help you........if this not true of you........then I would say this.....a stunning write my friend..........bless you......tony  xx

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Tina Moore

sad that so many go through this-myself included .What you have to remember is the battles never fully won but each step forward is a step towards self-love,when that becomes your focus the hurt fades. scars are just a reminder of how strong you were in rising so "keep rising".....times the healer-loves the dealer :)   Tina x

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