Scars

One day my scars will mend One day they will be no more but for the moment they burn scarlet red drip drip driping down my arm it's the color of a rose so dark red its almost black i grip the counter and try to keep my balance should i cry out for help? or should i let the pain seep through deeper and deeper now trying to remember what you once said about love and life and the way things can only go up from rock bottom and i think of how wrong you were there is no love of life and how am i supposed to come up from rock bottom if my wings have been torn from my back and i can no longer fly