Look at those marks
On his arm
So shallow or deep
Worse from yesterday
He’s been picking at them
Making the bleed again
When I asked
He tried to pose such dignity
And laugh
That he didn’t know where they came from
He said maybe
They came in his sleep
But in your sleep how can you make such straight lines
I don’t know
Why is my mind asking thus?
I did it too and I know why
But..
There is no but its not my business
Friend or no

 
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