It�s 5�o�clock in the morning�
my eyes have yet to meet sleep�
My thoughts wonder in the distance,
Thinking about memories I�ll never forget.
Stuck like an unchangeable scar along with
the pink lines that have now decorated my arms.
Reminders.
It was so long ago�
But it plays out like a movie behind
my eyes.
Behind the shield I put up.
I try not to think about it�
about the blood�
the bruises�
the hate�
But I already know
when I close my eyes at night�
I�ll remember again�
what it feels like to die.
