TW

When the emotions are too much and i can’t handle it all

I cut

When I can’t think straight and my head is bursting

I slice

When my mind is turning and my hands are shaking

I scar

The day I carved a flower

The blood pooled down my arm

It stained the cloth that was held up against

And left a pretty scar

And the two slashes on the side

They mark my arm

They will always remind me of what I did even when I want to forget

I never will I’ll always see what I did

The scars they stay forever

And now that I can’t cut I think I’m lost

Lost in a forest with no escape

My emotions bottled up with no release