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