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In almost every situation

The third time is a charm

I'll make sure it counts this time

As I decorate my arm



If a scar can tell a story

Then I have a novel on my shelf

With mutilated pictures

Of my hurt, disfigured self



My heart is beaten bloody

My emotions must be sorted

With a twisting, aching soul

My mind's been locked and boarded



The only way inside of me

Is through a small insision

But press down hard - and cut real deep

It needs exact precision



When the blood comes to the surface

You can see what has been hidden

And then, for obvious reasons

Notice why it's been forbidden



There are things I keep inside me

Even I don't understand

But a warm and bloody addiction

Lends a very gentle hand



The cut opens up a window

That only time can help to close

So that my body - as a canvas

Shows my highs and lows



Locked behind a gate of scars

I write my Five-Star story

Showcasing heartache at its best

In all it's unknown glory.