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