Self-Injury: A Struggle

Gallery of Pain: Untitled by fourleafclover

By fourleafclover
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Tags: fourleafclover, poetry

Who would ever guess
That beneath that lovely dress
Lies so many gashes
Tiny red slashes.
And beneath that delicate chest
Lies a heart that never does rest.
A heart that's full of pain.
And a never-ending rain
Falls from her eyes.
Out escapes a heavy sigh
That speaks more than you know.
She feels so low

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