Sharp scars, little monstersMature

I guess sometimes
I'm still there
in that place
where monsters
always find their place
but these
are different monsters
made of sharp objects
and blood
and things in my head
I can make it by
but others
I am watching
my wrists
become the worst
kind of canvas
but today
is not that day
nor any other day
I may be in that place
but it will never take me over
So long
as these scars are fading
so will
all of that
and one day
they'll be gone

The End

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