Fractured Psych

One, two, three, or four
another scar, another day.
Tearing flesh, blunt pain,
it happens so I can stay.

No longer one or two
it's progressed onto twenty.
Healing flesh, itchy skin
I now have scars of plenty.

On my wrist was once soft skin,
now lays tough raised tissue.
For I starting taking blades to
my wrists to work out my issues.