Diary Entry #26

Constantly tearing myself open
bleeding over hard times
my history is held upon my arms
my life lives within these lines

Purple, pink, and red criss-cross
old scars become new once again
my arm is raw with sorrows
my life will soon be coming to an end

One day I'll cut too deep
One day I'll bleed too much
Never again, after these words
Will I have to feel your icy touch.