Scar Tissue

The body which she lived
Was made more of scar tissue than skin
Exterior as white as porcelain
Rose pink tint within
Twas such a lovely shade
And in such a sinful way
She sought the beauty of it
Affliction is an addiction
Like sex and music
Crimson tears are shed
But the word goes unsaid
Once noticed
No need to help her
She'll just do it again
Never listening like the rest
Self-harm and cigarettes
She was obsessed
She fought with this
It always won
Only thing lost was blood and tears
Only thing gained was scars and memories
Memories that keep her alive
Memories that she survived