Its a devastating blow
once you give in to that part of yourself
when you finally lose the fight,
and its almost not worth the effort at all,
yet here we are again

No matter the guards
I arm around myself
you always find a way,
to pierce my skin,
and open a vein

I stitch myself back together
after carving you in
just to prove I could survive,
but the worst things that happen,
always leave their mark