Scars
I lay on the cold floor with my wrists slowly bleeding like a river flowing
The cuts are so deep that I sometimes forget my own sanity for a while
I scream in agony and cry whispering my inner pain of the demons that haunt me
As I lay there helpless even I know no one has heard my cry for help and emancipation
I look at my destruction as the floor is covered with pools of blood
Even I know now that I have caused a fatal wound not just to my wrists but to the heart
I scream out aloud for someone to rescue me but the sound just echoes till Its heard no more
Those beautiful brown wrists will never be the same again as I study carefully like a Camera
The hope for a happy ending is shattered as I slowly slip away like a sleeping Bride
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