Always Remains....

Snip....
Scissors cut the paper

Chop....
Knives cut up the food

Smash....
The mirror is broken

I suppose it can always be glued

But the reflection will always be shattered
When you look, you’ll see the cracks
From when the glass was shattered
All it shows is bad flashbacks

Snip....
Scissors cut my legs

Chop....
Knives cut up my arms

Smash....
The broken shards of mirror

Able to cause such harm

Of course, the cuts will heal
If we only give them time
But like the mirror, scars will remain
Showing each and every line