Scars
Time cannot heal these scars,
Etched so deep they show on the other side.
Side by side they stand as a testament to all I have survived.
Words are said and the scars resurface, reopen, and bleed.
You stand there and dig the holes deeper with every word you say
My blood flows like a crimson river carrying with it my life
The wounds weep and cry,
As drop-by-drop my life leaves.
Pooling on the floor,
Where the life evaporates and disappears.