Scars

Scars —

graveyard of a heart’s cry,
the numbing metallic taste
like the blade that slid by.

testament to how emotional wounds
hurt — lacerate — more than
any physical turmoil — scars/suicide?

no matter how strong you become,
they’ll always be reminders
of how weak you once were.

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