You look at me,
Take in the spikes on my wrist,
The faces on my shirt.
Your face closes in disgust.
Sometimes even in fear.
You turn away.
You ignore the pain on my face,
The blood on my hands.
You live in ignorance.
Ignorant of the torture,
The pain some go through
Just to live another day.
------- Author's Notes -------
Wrote this ages ago, only just found it again, thought I'd post it up. o.o
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