Wounded

Updated: Feb 22, 2024

By Safa Peshimam (Kalopsia Wiz)

Scars so deep,

Every night did she weep.

Blades in her hand,

No scar was covered up with a band.

She let those wounds bleed,

Just like he let her heart bleed.

Left in the bottle are drugs,

just some,

Awaiting for the ultimate end to come.

By Safa Peshimam (Kalopsia Wiz)

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