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Mar 2015
Blood
streaming down my face
I feel them
it touches my toungue
there's a mettalic taste
I wipe it off my cheek
the red is on my hands
I look around
no one's here
I feel the blood
flowing
now there's a salty taste
I know what it is from
it's from my liquid pain
fury
the turrents flowing out with the blood
they're mixed
my tears and blood
I reach my hands up
but I don't hide
I just wipe them off
but not completely
never completely
and I feel the mixture
I bring my hands in front of me
and mix the blood and tears
between my fingers
with *******
I make war stripes on my cheeks
I look ahead
at my battle ground
I stalk forward
an evil smile playing on my lips
I throw my head back
open my mouth
and let out a growl
that ended with a barking laugh
I look ahead
I keep going
out into the world
to show my scars
seen and unseen
I hold my head up
open the door
and walk out into the darkness
that unforgiving
untouchable
unseeing yet ever seeing
darkness
Life is rough.........
Livingdeadgirl
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Livingdeadgirl  Pennsylvania, USA
(Pennsylvania, USA)   
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