Scattered
Blood dripping down from her arms,
Blood dripping down from her legs,
Blood dripping down from her chest
Yet she feels no pain; no rage.
Scars on her face,
Cuts on her neck,
The blade in her palm
Yet she fight with all her might.
The gun in her hand:
One bullet, one shot
To end her misery
Yet she stops; before she makes a mistake.
She hides her insecurities;
Through her happiness,
She hides her pain;
Through her anger
Yet no one knows the truth; for no one cares.
No use of saving;
For she is broken,
Nobody can piece her together;
For she is scattered all over
Yet I am alive; bidding time for my perfect revenge.
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