My Addiction

The blood doesn't pour out anymore, But the scares still show, Will these wounds heal or be forever sore, The memories shine a bright glow. The pain still remains, The tears still fall, Rivers of the blood still stains, My wall remains tall. A razor blade craved into my wrist, Every cut shows pain, Every scar has a story with a twist, To many problems to explain. There is no where to hide, No reason to even try, Inside I have already died, As I disappear, I break down and cry.