My scars define me
The throb of the blood
Blades attacking me
Even though I've tried not
The scars pulse
Blood dripping down
From my hips
The momentary bliss
Of physical pain
Followed by disgust
The trickle
Of thoughts
I test my strength
Until I ultimately break
The scars define me
And my mentality
CZYTASZ
I don't even know anymore
LosoweThere's a bunch of random stuff but now it's just turning into a poetry and short story book so deal. I'd like some comments if you wouldn't mind.
