Scars are Never Healed

My soul is aching but my body's calling for more
I hit a moment of tranquility as my veins spit at the floor.

Gushing tiny droplets little bundles of all my pain
I no longer have to hide it as my addiction became my gain.

Cold as rain like ice making puddles slippery splash
I feel it upon my young pale skin as i make another gash.

But id rather it be the rain so id drown instead of crying
Instead of locking myself in my room and watch as I'm slowly dying.

Re opening all the memories each glimpse of them are real
I start to count the times in which my body refused to feel.

As i count each tiny droplet all my pain down to its last
I squeeze out all the blood theres no use in reliving the past.

But i take a look around at all the agony thats been spilled
Leaving an everlasting memory proving that scars are never healed!