Scars
Aren’t they a funny thing
something your mind tells you
you want
you need this
to be free from the constraints of life
so you try to cut it out
deeper than before
trying so hard to cut out the pain
but when that blood fills up the cuts
spilling red droplets
seeing them fall into the sink
seeing the same drops rush from your eyes
the pain returns
it now pours out of every hole of your body
it returns as it never left