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We broken Angels have scars
But
Who doesn't
The scars full of our
Horrible broken memories
Depression
Is not what we want
Its when out demons come alive
The voices in our head telling
Us that were
Hopeless
Broken
Ugly
Fat
Stupid
To kill ourselves
Cut
Failures
And so on
We going a room
Crying out hearts out
You look around that
To find anything sharp
You sit down
And you just stare at this
Sharp object
With your arm by it
You place the object
On your cold skin
And you sit the for a
Second
Then you brutally
Slash your skin
See you blood
Beginning fall down
Fast
Then you cut again
Depending on how hurt you are
Is the cuts you'll make  
Some say the pain make
You feel better
Some say it makes
Them focus on the blood
Then the reason why
They are cutting
Some say they need do oit
To
Relieve their
Pain
I say I feels good
And
Better than the
Other pain
Then we're
Left with
Scars,
Scars that
Reminds us
Of our horrible
Memories
But we can be healed
Those scars will
Always have
A story to
Them
But they are
Healed
Just like we
Heal
But as fall with Broken Scars
We Become
Broken Angels