Anasyil

Scars

Knife breaks through skin;

skin bleeds tears,

heart bares sin,

inner demon cheers.

Another cut to the skin

scars lasts for years.

Depression wins,

overwhelming fears.

My skin birth twins;

they bleed tears

forlorn within

screaming fears.

My demons grin;

none certainly cares;

past holds sins;

scars bare years.

...

The mind takes no more

My heart enraged and in pain.

A never-ending cycle

that haunts me

throughout the days

and eats away

the very essence

of my soul.