Red Stars
I never liked the color red Until I saw blood I love to yap, but Never felt like I was heard When crush was just a word And attachment was just with toys But suddenly, one day Everything was about boys Broken heart and A withered mind Which made me in life Lag behind I enjoyed drawing the stars so much That now it's all over my arms Miss When scissors weren't hidden And I wasn't aware of self harm
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