With these scars

With each cut,
the pain dripped away.
Its my freedom from my past.

I no longer feel like a coward
Fucking up on everything with every breath I breathe

But some days I want to stop
Feeling like everything's wrong
Trying to let go of the blade
Sometimes I can but not for long

 It’s like I'm addicted to the pain
The feeling taking refuge in my veins
Leaving me feeling confused and alone
Wiping at the streaked tears that seem to be stained

The scars shall never fad

there there for a reminder.

The past lays on my skin

it stays there for me to look at.