SCARS


A troubled sinful heart
Nearly tore my soul apart.
Born again at a young age
The devil attacked with rage.

A bad memory never fades
From blood soaked razor blades.
Long slashes
Deep gashes.

My body reflects my mind paused
Forgive me Lord for damage caused.

I put on a good show

Deep inside the tears did flow.

The blood freed the past

Yet I was killing myself to fast.

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