A million little cuts, up and down my arms
Scars left over from an ongoing war
Will they ever go away?
I hope not
For they will always remind me of my darkest days
The darkest moments of my life
Moments I tried to remove with a small piece of steel
A piece of steel I once wished would end my life
Torn open flesh, blood flowing like a river
I wished my life to end because in the moment I was bitter
Depression riddled mind
Sadness filled heart
I believed death was a new beginning
The entrance to a fresh start
But alas I was wrong, I know this now
Yet after all that has happened
My face still bears a frown