Blood

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