as i sit in my bed, and try to think of a name for this poem
i realize how beautiful we become once we are broken
it seems as if our hearts are shattered but it brings our souls together
some of us, release our beauty
using a thin piece of metal to let out the pain
i've learned that cutting only causes scars
you don't feel better
i found a name for this poem
"scars"
because scars remind us that it gets better
no matter how much pain you're in now, it heals