down the rabbit hole i live through literature. breathing through poetry and feeding through prose.
i am a warrior with the pen as my sword and the paper as my battlefield. 17 followers / 575 words
A scratch makes way for blood And blood leaves a wound Wounds will soon fade into scar And scars cling to your skin With each day The pain will fade away But it will never change The actuality That the scar was there And you’ve been hurt before