Marks on a spotless slate, Darkened by time, Each one bearing its own tale.

Untold by the witness mute to the world
I thought I could hide the marks
I don’t anymore
I used to think I am beautiful
I don’t anymore
I used to think I am special
I don’t anymore
I used to feel wanted
I don’t anymore
I used to think I was loved
I don’t anymore
A monster lurking in a human shadow
A beast that springs any moment
No pity no mercy
No tears no words
I thought I could move the stone
I don’t anymore
Marks on a spotless slate
Darkened by time
Each one bearing its own tale
Untold by the witness mute to the world
I thought I could hide the marks
I don’t anymore
Hatred, fear, love mingle as one
Hurt never ceases but pain so numb
No sighs no cries
No sense no pretense
I used to think I am alive
I don’t anymore.
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