It all started with,
One small scratch but didn't stop,
Turned to every thing.
All consuming thoughts,
Overthrow my fragile mind,
With their violence.
Sticky fingers and,
Realizing it's too late,
And never enough.
Scars cover my legs,
And stripe my now covered arms,
The summer heat kills.
Apr 10
Apr 10, 2026 at 10:33 PM UTC
It all started with,
One small scratch but didn't stop,
Turned to every thing.
All consuming thoughts,
Overthrow my fragile mind,
With their violence.
Sticky fingers and,
Realizing it's too late,
And never enough.
Scars cover my legs,
And stripe my now covered arms,
The summer heat kills.
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