Soft as a rose petal
Cut by a thorn
Not really shown are the scars of her arm
Not quite deep
but noticable to my eye
To die it brings us no thought to cry
shall she be known
When she is grown
Will she be seen
are cuts so obscene?
Blood just like rain
Tears of our pain
razor kiss her wrist as she feels total bliss
by:chrissy graves
dedicated to the cuts on all of our wrists even if there not thier yet
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