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only reminders on my skin
of all that i conceal within.
never will i let them know.
these feelings i can never show.
but if you see them physically,
just know it's all that's left of me.
don't question it; don't ask me why.
shed not a tear the day i die.
as a flower with the seasons,
i'm withering for my own reasons.
eyes like fire, kiss like death,
touch like ice, and trembling breath;
fate of mine unwillingly sought,
heartache so unknowingly bought.
this is me, these are my scars.
this is my mind encased in barbs.
swollen, slowly beating heart,
intwined in thorns, i fall apart.
here in darkness i belong
for loving it is oh so wrong.
crimson rivers run so deep
on ghostly skin. i cannot sleep.
i long to know how deep it gets,
growing darker with regrets.
one more slice, just one more wound,
the urge has won as i'm consumed.
shrouded in this forced out smile
so they'll believe me for a while.
but if they ever find the truth,
they'll find that fighting was...no use.