The soothing feeling,
of razor sharp pain.
Making its way across my arm.
Taking all the pain away,
Letting it flow out.
&& never coming back.
But if its not coming back,
Then why are there scars?
For reminders of how my life is?
Of how most of my life was spent?
Bringing back lifelong memories,
Making me remember everything.
Then the cycle begins.
I rage to find that razor blade,
&& slash open my arms.
With blood flowing everywhere.
Letting all the pain go, creating scars.
Bringing back memories.
And then the cycle returns.
