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Scars can be fleeting,
Alive then dead.
A gentle whisp of wind, fluttering over the crisp white page,
The gentle touch of a butterflies wing,
The softness of silk and satin,
A soft kiss on your cheek.
Scars can be eternal,
Here for good.
The pain on a widow's face when she hears that the man she loves is dead,
The dispair of a mother when her new born baby dies in her arms,
The man, left without a leg from walking into a minefield,
When the person you love, leaves.
Alive then dead.
A gentle whisp of wind, fluttering over the crisp white page,
The gentle touch of a butterflies wing,
The softness of silk and satin,
A soft kiss on your cheek.
Scars can be eternal,
Here for good.
The pain on a widow's face when she hears that the man she loves is dead,
The dispair of a mother when her new born baby dies in her arms,
The man, left without a leg from walking into a minefield,
When the person you love, leaves.
Literature
Cutters Lullaby
Shh, its alright you can fix your heart tonight
Its better he's gone, feed your self that lie
Don't sit helplessly like a broken butterfly
You'll gain control through blood and knife
Etch it in, show your still alive
Make it fresh show your inner pain
Walk along the horrid memory lane
See it heal, watch it slowly fade
Let him go with the scars you made
Go to sleep with a heavy heart
Wish to be taken in from the dark
Nightmares creep in your head
Drown in self-drawn blood want to be dead
Awake the next day, hurt and torn
Same condition as the night before
Literature
You will always be sad
Imagine this sad and simple scene.
A person sits in the darkness, the
only light shining from an inanimate
object. There is no one at home; this
house is big and lonely. Their eyes
drift rapidly from place to place, they
yearn for stability yet it doesn't happen.
Then the waters start to burn their eye.
They fall uncontrollably, stinging their
flawless face. Suicidal thoughts come
and go, the pain ebbs in and out, but
the darkness forever stays in her soul.
I need to escape this hell, and
remind myself how it felt to be the
innocent person who always had a
chance to be happy. The devil whispers
quickly in my ear saying:
You
Literature
To the Vein
To the vein that wasn't cut
To everyone who called me a slut
Just let it be known,
I can stand on my own
Though I still have the need
I refuse to bleed
My scars haven't healed
but my wounds have all sealed.
I'm ready to throw out my blade
and to watch my deepest hurt fade.
For three long years,
my blood was my tears...
So To The Vein That Wasn't Cut
I am Enough.
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Beautiful and true.