The Blood doesn’t pour out anymore,
But the scars still show,
Will these wounds ever heal?
Or be forever sore, the memories a bright glow?
The pain still remains,
The tears still fall,
Rivers of the blood still stain,
My wall remains tall.
A razor blade carved into my hip never my wrist,
Every cut shows pain,
Every scar has a story with a twist
Too many problems to explain
There is nowhere to hide
No reason to even try
Inside I have already died
As I disappear, I break down and cry…