Scarring

Each cut was made
with a teardrop rolling
down my cheek
in a sweet escape.

Only last night
the tears were
endless, they
never ceased flow.

So now I'm laying
here on my bed,
in utter agony
as the bedsheets stain.

The marks are
still bleeding,
and I'm getting
weaker by the second.

Please know if
this is the end,
that I love you
all, and goodnight.