Smile on her face,
a cry deep inside.
Wrists never exposed,
too much to hide.
Scars on the surface,
burning in flesh.
Hope to just let it go,
wish to start fresh.
a cry deep inside.
Wrists never exposed,
too much to hide.
Scars on the surface,
burning in flesh.
Hope to just let it go,
wish to start fresh.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.




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