Unseen Scars

Sometimes, what hurts the most is what people don't see.

Scratch at the wounds

Which no one else sees

And dig into them

Until the blood spills forth

And the demons are released

Cooling the fire

That burns through you

Like molten magma

And ruins every trace of your soul.

Scratch at the flaw

Until it bleeds forth your sorrows

And lets the hatred

Seep out from beneath your sallow skin

Which seems so delicate and broken

Even when its not.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Dalaina Renee]

I think all of us have unseen scares! Good work!

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A powerful, thought-provoking piece. I personally like it. Especially,

"And the demons are released

Cooling the fire"

Very Nice...