Healing
Open wounds
Freshly cut
By sharp lies
Dark bruises
On your flesh
Like art and tattoos
But, these aren't art
They are reflections
Of pain
Battle scars
Of the girl with
A bad attitude and a big heart
Very loving to the point
She forgot to save herself
Before saving others
Let yourself heal baby girl
You're just another
Flower beaten down on concrete
You'll grow
And you'll blossom
In the midst of the rain