Scarred Soul

When the mind Feels cut in two Blood is pounding The body through Entertaining Thoughts of death Physical Pain Becomes one's meth Thwarted dreams No aspiration Leads one to Bloody salvation Red rivers slowly Creep down the skin Sense of relief Soon draws in Blade in the hand Rests in the crease Maybe someday All pain will cease Never Lasting Quite long enough Scarred Souls keep cutting Never Enough...