Scars Poem by 7Shadows Teed

My sacrs open only to bleed again.
The blood spills eveyrwhere as they did when it first hurt.
The pieces that were shattered only become smaller, digging deeper into the wound.
The blood runs from the wounds only to add on to the poodle.
I feel the pieces drive deeper in the wound, almost as if feeding off the pain and insecurity. I feel the wound and the blood adding on to the poodle, making the pain all the more heavier, like a burden falling upon someone's shoulders without a word or sign.
Pushing them to the ground so they can't get read of it.
I feel the blood do that as it falls on the ground, making the poodle darker and darker with every drop.
The pain becomes heavier as the memories and the scars play togahter in making this blood.
I always come back to these memories and pain only for my scars to be reopned.