Scars of my heart

When stabbed, you feel that intense  pain. The pain that makes you wanna die. If you get stabbed again and again the pain becomes pleasure, you get used to it and refuse to let go and finally  it kills you.

My heart, create a barrier. Have your  wall thick.whenever you get stabbed by disappointments, let the pain hit on your thick wall for the pleasure  it brings will kill you. Turn your scars into flowers they may become too many to create a garden.

Scars of my heart please heal quick, forget what caused you, form a beautiful garden and beware of rodents. They are always too close.

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