In a house of blades and darkness
you find all the possibilities when you are alone
stuck in your mind
thoughts blossom into blood curdling screams
blades bite my skin
pulling all of the mental pain into one spot
to be relieved and twisted into cuts that run just deep enough
deep enough to heal
but leave a mark that you will always see.
the light scars remind me everyday
make me sick with disapproval
if anyone knew
they would hate me.
or maybe try to save me
but whats left to save?
other than a broken soul and a shell of a body
a body that used to climb rocks and trees
a body that now lays in bed shaking and crying
begging to be set free
but after one year clean
will you let it?