im random .... honest... open ... and doomed to open my eyes every morning but secretly wish i didnt.........................................XxX..........................

the only true beautiful thing bout her is her scars......

she walks the thin line between beauty and pain.....
lining up her scars to form some positive in a life of blame...
scratching the skin to visualize what makes her insane....
dissolved purity..gone.. just for him to be entertained...
trapped in a cage.. held in by evil's gaze..
rip into her heart.. it's a broken maze
plant a seed of love.. then maybe she can be fazed
dont give up on her ..til u break through the cage
she's weighed done by her mistakes..
she'll bleed til the pain is umbearable .. if thats what it takes..
corsing through life with so much regret..
writting this poem allows her never to forget..
faced down among the dirt is when shes poses no threat..
would you kill her if she said she'd be happier in death?