scars (TW for some)

An empty room, an empty girl. Silently sitting on the floor Her sleeve rolled up, exposing skin She drags the blade and presses in The pain it brings cannot compare To the joy she knows will soon be there It’s worth the scars that never heal For just a moment not to feel Just a cut. Just a scratch. “What’s that mark?” “It was the cat” Just an excuse. Just a lie. “What’s with the bracelets?” “Just fashion, why?” Just a scar Kust a scream “Why were you crying?” “Just a bad dream” But it’s not just a cut Or tear, or lie It’s always “just one more” Until you die Scars on your soul Scars on your skin Some on the outside Some are within Some have a story Some are unwritten Some you can see But most are quite hidden Hush little baby Don’t you cry Don’t cut your arms Don’t say goodbye Put down the blade Put down the knife It may be hard But you’ll win this fight From darker clouds And blackened skies Through deepened scars And all your lies She cried She wanted to die “I’m fine” A lie she told one too many times…