My name is Sara
I am 15
My mom hits me hard
But i do not bleed
Atleast not from her
I can do that myself
I just take my fingernails
And i dig my arm out
The blood starts falling
It falls down my arm
I watch the droplets fall
I just can stop the harm
There are tears in my eyes
And my eyeliner's smudged
I want to stop
But i can't let go of this grudge
I patch up my arm
With gauze and bandages
No t-shirts for me
Not for a while, maybe ages
The scabs turn to scars
The scares become healed
And since all this happened
My lips are sealed
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