The Scars

Times in which I try to forget...
Times in which I wanted to leave...
Those certain days I tried to.
Those few seconds...
I thought I could leave.

The dark line drawn across my wrist.
Done only when I dug deep.
Done only when I wanted to leave.
Done only...
When I got tired of it all.

The scars upon my wrists will not fade,
instead they seem to get darker...
And the scars upon my heart...
And my soul...
Never seem to want to heal.
Still...
They stay open.