Scrars

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Her silence speaks louder than words

Your words hurt her better than knives

Today, no matter how hard she tries

Tomorrow, she's still what she doesn't deserve.


Home.

Where the hearts shall bring her warmth.

Vanish. Left nothing but a heartless shell of brick.

House.

Is that what it has turned out to be?

Dead.

Colder than ice, what remains of their relationship.


Mama, Papa, where are you now?

Broken, your daughter is

Helpless, but can you hear?

Dying, she hopes he comes quick.


Mama, Papa, what has she done?

To deserve the pain, the beat

Mama, Papa, what should she do?

To live up to what you expect


Did it ever hurt you, when she bleeds?

The blood that left her scars

The scars that tell her story

A beautiful angel, denying herself, indeed.

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