my scars are faded.
I hate it.
I wish my scars could be permanent.
tattooed on my skin.
if my scars held more weight,
if they didn't fade after three hours,
I'd be satisfied.
nothing stays, ever.
everything leaves.

and when you consider leaving too,
just remember that
I would never
leave your health in the hands of a broken failure with a blade.

"You should just **** yourself," he scoffed. His words slicing open the scars.

I couldn't help but laugh. "I'm working on it."

Scars! Scars! On her Arms
Sad remembrance of past harms
Hold her close—love her deep
Her scars are no longer hers to keep
Whisper soft; ease the pain
Stand together in the rain
Speak with love, Speak the truth
All of this, just to prove:
She’s worth more than she may ever see
Desire for her to be all she can be
Worth more than the sum of past harms
Worth more than the scars on her arms

on her wrist they lie
even on her thighs
razorblade scars
the scars that i made

i suffocated her burdens
i drowned her screams
i relieved her pain
but the price was her heart

razorblade scars
now dress her dollish figure
threatening to extinguish
the embers of her life

i dried her tears
i conquered her fears
i sheltered her from the rain
but the price was her soul

razorblade scars
still bleeding her out
her viens will run cold
for all i did was hurt her more

i crushed her dreams
i obliterated her walls
i stitched her wounds
just to make more

razorblade scars
now dress her lifeless body
as two on her wrist
sill bleed out her sorrow

i would take it all back
i would give it all back
just to see her smile once more
but the razorblade scars keep that from me