For The Girl

for the girl with
the scars on her wrists
perfect tally marks
of pain
heaven knows I didn’t really see you,
heaven knows nobody really does
and maybe you don’t care for prayers
you’re not the pious type
but if there is any comfort to be found
in a stranger’s weary eyes
I pray you find it
and you never lose your way


I pray you find a way that
takes you where the pain inside your skin
is nothing but a memory
another set of scars
I pray you find a way
to forget

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written for a broken stranger