Rows of Lines

I keep thinking

Seeing in my mind

All those scars on her wrist

Rows of lines

Where did she get them?

I wonder all the time

What made her do it, those

Rows of lines

I wish I could help

Would I make it worse if I try?

I stay away, let her friends help heal her

Rows of lines

For now, I sit still

Wondering if those wrists were mine

What would make me do it, those

Rows of lines

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