Invisible Scars Poem by Beating Tree
Invisible Scars
The needle digs in deep & pushes the fluids of false love.
The white dust go’s in with a sniff & and puts you in a haze.
The lighter burns the fake cigar & fills me with fake joy.
The little plants that burn & make the trees talk.
The scars that aren’t visible, soon I’ll be dead & invisible.
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