Before medicine was known as well
As I know my scars,
People would let out their blood,
In hopes that the demon
Causing the sickness would leave.

So from a different age’s perspective,
I am just healing myself,
One critical vein at a time.
Because this demon will not leave me be.
Not only at 2 a.m. when it is cliché,
But also at 7 a.m. getting dressed,
2 p.m. merely sitting in class,
4:30 when I should be studying,
And 6 p.m. setting the table-
The knives taunting, calling to
Let my demon out, once more.
Their teasing becomes too loud, too convincing,
And I give in to medicine,
Carving “Heal me,” into my wrists
Leaving beautiful scars to show my courage
When I put my faith in medicine.