At some point I realized that the words were too big to ever leave my mouth
So I slit my legs instead, hoping that the blood would carry them out
But the relief was always temporary, for the wounds would always close
Blood can carry much, but never the full weight of all my lows
And thus the cycle would continue, new scars appearing one by one
It seems the experiences I tried to flee from can never be outrun
Thus my scars will forever be a reminder of the pain I have endured
And of the girl that kept on living, even through all the hurt