seeping through brown-riddled veins flowing a gently fervent stream from my wrist, a perfect red dreams of an escape from all of this turmoil and stress can be attained through a single temptation from the acquired gaze of a small blade
i cut up my leg today thinking no one would see thinking swim was over thinking i was safe but tomorrow i’ll stand by the pool water reflecting back at me and i’ll wonder if they’ll notice the way regret looks like red lines against my skin
Scars fading away, Along with the memories Of the hurt and decay, The endless stories, Coming back fresh, Regaining their life on paper, Carving into the flesh, Disappearing later.
Sh scars fading away is one of the worst feelings out there