A constant reminder
Of all the times I have failed.
Showing myself my attempted victories.
And all my failed trials.
The rain flooding my wounds,
Soothing my soul.
Hoping maybe to be found.

The innocent blood is shed.
This life is torn.
The chance of survival is thin.
The blade keeps digging deeper,
As I keep growing weaker.
My hands shaking with guilt.

But as each scar fades,
The memory stays.
With each soft, smooth layer of skin.
Each telling their own story.
A story of the lie that once held me.
Held me and my sins.

Insane happiness,
Buried deep within my veins.
Veiled from the rest of me.
The love hidden from the eye.

A note from my pain,
Leaving a living note upon my flesh.
Carved into my skin,
So I will never forget.

The flesh keeps burning,
My mind keeps turning.
Another page beginning.
Another tale added to my story,
As each word is engraved into my being.

Time will come for the scar to fade,
But the story will remain.
A constant reminder
Of the fears that have lifted.
A constant reminder
Of the darkness that had killed the blessing.

I remember the shadows that had smothered me,
When you whispered, "Follow me."
My scars reminding me of my collapse.
I believed you could save me,
But instead killed me,
Adding your own pages to my story.
You weren’t strong enough to start your own.
So you dragged me along.
Forcing me to face your fears,
When I held my own.

The pages keep turning,
This tale stretching thin.
This cover is hollow,
A wish deep within.
My flesh continues to tear,
As my heart grows worn.
For each scar is telling their story,
My own memories from the past.
Hidden deep within my head.

These marks,
Constant reminders
Of all the times I failed.
These dreams buried endlessly into my skin.
For these scars will always tell me,
What is buried deep within.

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Like I was saying, I was forced to submit this poem by my so-called "friends" (who needs them). Actually it was requested. But anyway I started hating this poem after the first few hundred times of reading it. It's actually turned into a rather annoying rant for me. But whatever. What I think doesn’t matter in all my pointless situations and issues. More so my opinion never matters. But who cares. Just read and review. Do what you can. And actually like and live your life. Thanks a zillion and then some more.
-Leea