282nd Post

Scars.

They may eventually turn into scabs.
But the bleeding will never stop.

Scars.

They may eventually heal.
But they will never fully and completely heal.

Scars.

They are the sad reminders.
Of things we wish to forget.

Scars.

Each cut.
Each slit.
Tells their own tale.

The blade leaves its telltale signature.
In the form of permanent scars.

Some to be seen by others.
And some to be seen only by the own mind.

Often.
We wish the impossible.
To erase the scars.

Physically.
Its near possible.

But mentally?

What is the price i have to pay.
In order to remove the mental scars.

Or as fate decrees.
That the scars must remain with me.
Until the day of my eventual demise.

As reminders of past failures.

Signed by the blade.
Paid for in blood.