Scars of a Crimson Stream

Her pain was locked away inside
Emotional scars kept locked inside,
A dam was built to curb the flood,
Her soul was where the scars could hide.
Flooding out a crimson river
She let her pain subside
A new torture had possessed her
Better than the one she had inside.
Now manifested on her arms,
Were the scars she held inside
Crushed and crying out in pain,
When the blade began to slide.
It slit her arm in a crimson river
As her pain was drowned away
And the tumult of her stinging arms
Deepened her despair and dismay.
Scars of doubt, scars of pain,
Internal had become external
In her melancholy life, she saw
Her scars would last, eternal.
Her life was devoted to the pain,
Alive she knew herself to be
Torture, suffering had her contained
But for the pain she wasn't free.
And the scars of life had become clear,
Manifested on her arms,
Still they are there, and to this day
The result of her self harm.
The crimson stream of painful joy
Enraptured her very soul
Dakening days loomed before her
The stream almost took its toll.

Just when her life was waning
She fought against the scourge.
It took every last ounce of strength
For her life was on the verge.
She had the scars of the crimson stream
To remind her of what she'd done.
She vowed nevermore to cut herself,
Nevermore her stream would run.
The pain grew once more inside,
And the scars stayed on her arm,
Was she alive, could she feel pain?
No. She would never more self harm.
Her triumph over the bloody stream
Was marked in scars and lines
But still the problems remained inside
And strangled her like vines.
Then her friends stepped forth
And a new way was revealed
For her to deal with the pain
That she had kept concealed.
She had support among her friends
They would never let her go,
But the scars remained, always there
Where once a crimson stream did flow.