I have different marks lacing my body,
Some I love,
Some I know,
Some I don’t have a clue,
Others I hate.
Each has a story,
Some I love,
Some I know,
Some I don’t have a clue,
Others I hate.
There are too many to count,
I can count the recent ones,
Three total, all will fade,
Will they fade in time?
They have four days,
One person knows, kinda.
Then the questions will come,
I hate the questions,
After the questions will come the lies,
After the lies comes the guilt.
These marks hurt,
Not just physically.
I have different marks lacing my body,
Some I love,
Some I know,
Some I don’t have a clue,
Others I hate.
Jan 13, 2021
Jan 13, 2021 at 1:13 PM UTC
I have different marks lacing my body,
Some I love,
Some I know,
Some I don’t have a clue,
Others I hate.
Each has a story,
Some I love,
Some I know,
Some I don’t have a clue,
Others I hate.
There are too many to count,
I can count the recent ones,
Three total, all will fade,
Will they fade in time?
They have four days,
One person knows, kinda.
Then the questions will come,
I hate the questions,
After the questions will come the lies,
After the lies comes the guilt.
These marks hurt,
Not just physically.
I have different marks lacing my body,
Some I love,
Some I know,
Some I don’t have a clue,
Others I hate.
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