My Scar.It was pouring rain. I could tell because I could hear it pounding against the cieling of my cell. There were no windows, so I wouldnt be able to know for sure. By myself, I sat against the east wall, face burried in my lap. I felt like a trapped animal with no hope left.
I heard the bars of my cage open. I looked up to see two pairs on hands reach down and haul me to my feet. I learned the hard way not to speak or argue with them, so I just let them drag me to my next torture procedure. I knew nothing, yet they didnt believe me...
They sat me down on a cold, wooden chair. Cold dark brown eyes looked down on me. "How did your parents get information? What did they know?!" he screamed at me.
"I dont know anything," I spat back, our eyes locked; mine containing nothing but pure hatred.
The man took out a pocket knife and flicked it open. "Maybe if you wont talk now, this will make you," he sneered as he shoved the knife into my mouth. I bit down on it in an effort to may
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With Every Single Slit,
On Your Skin So Bare.
Does It Make You Feel Good?
Something That Makes You Smile,
Would You Stop If You Could?
Or Live The Rest Of Your Life In Denial.
Do You Wish To Forget Those Times?
Does It Remind You Of Times To Reminise On?
With Every New Slit Creating New Lines,
Always There Never To Soon Be Gone!
Surely You Must Hate That Reminder,
When You Did That All That Self Pain,
Everyday You Become More Blinder,
With Nothing More To Ever Gain.
Are You Suffering In Silence Alone?
Or Just Scared People Will Think Less?
There's Ways To Stop, You Need To Be Shown,
Sort Your Life Out From This Awful Mess.
So Give Me One Good Reason Why,
You Should Continue Doing It,
Speak Loud And Don't Be Shy,
I'll Hear Out Every Last Bit.
You Are My Friend, One I Love,
I'm Here To Help You All The Way,
In The Right Direction I Will Shove,
Until Our Last Breath And Dying Day!