On her wrist is not just the scar of a wounded human being,
It's the mark on the skin, burying the rotten stories
Of the scary nights that has a lot to speak on the pain running through her veins.
The nature has healed the surface making a sign,
Stopping the skin from shedding blood,
Underlying is the pain of a poor girl
Who has tried ending her life
For a man who left her undisturbed,
Calling her a disturbance that possessed his life.
Cheating in the name of love
Has become his everyday game.
Alone she stands,
Away he goes,
Leaving the mark of this painful tale
In her heart and her skin.
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