I can't escape myself,
I SCREAM!
Bleeding black and red
As I lay dead,
Cause I've been shot in the head;
But yet nothing is said.
They mend up my cuts,
With thread on my wrist.
I'm gone and won't be missed.
I'm running through the forest,
And the mist I just felt suicides kiss.

I never once thought I would live this long.
Always assumed I would be buried by this point.
The scars i wear each tell a story
Each one tells of a mistake i made in a fight.

My shoulder blade was taken by a gun.
My back has  Kukri knife memories spanning it
My legs have so many stab wounds in them
I do not regret obtaining any of them.