I take this pain and let it bleed off the tip of my pen onto my page
Instead of letting my blood drip off of this blade
I tell myself daily, it’s not worth it
Each scar has a story behind it
My body almost similar to a warriors
I am strong and fearless
Though sometimes I feel as if I could care less
When I am weak, I am vulnerable
Sometimes I let the pain overpower me
I feel too hopeless and forget the better things
Sorry my sweet tender loving body
The blade takes its place once again as a tired hobby
The soft me is no longer a soft body