knife

I run my fingers over my scars
Whether there on my legs or on my arms
In hopes of making them disappear
But i know they will need time to heal
They reveal the pain and suffering i endure

I promise i won't do it again
A fresh start,a clean slate another chance
But how many chances should one person get

Because yet again i am sitting here a blade in my hand
Tears in my eyes
As i make the first cut of my fresh start,my clean slate,my new chance

And so the cycle begins again
Never to be broken