Her stained glass heart
It lies
Tiny pieces at her feet
Bleeding and broken
She claims defeat
The scars and cuts that litter her skin
Crying and bleeding with a happy grin
Standing surrounded by her stained glass heart
She watches the shards splitting skin apart
Everyone asking what hurt so much
But she never feels the slightest touch
She doesn't remember the day that it start
But ever since then
Her blood is her art.
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