Scabs

With her first cut, it starts to bleed,
as with all the other wounds, its not one she perticularly needs.
she tries to wipe the blood away,
but the pain still stays.
Lingering the feeling of not feeling much,
tears are the only feeling, but just feeling of touch.
Why do I have these Scabs all over,
Why am i something that people just crawl over?
Now scars are all she is left with ,
that is all that remains,
From blood, to scab , to scar, I have too many blood stains.
One day she will have the courage, one day she will paint the walls,
As for now, she will pray for the day, that the final scab falls.