cut

This time it cut too deep, was it a cry for help? a heart that cried,

was it a way out, to leave behind feelings, to stop the pain that resides inside,

shut it all out, lock the door and block it outside,

the blood flowed and rained, a terrible way to hide,

Mistakes made, was this insane, or just a misfiring brain,

wave of emotions, a commotion, the world felt so wrong, so far gone,

could never belong, couldn't fit, nothing hit, just a waste,

collection of bad days, dark memories, left a bad taste,

those scars never heal, but they help reveal your soul, your heart and your whole,

they stay to show a path not to follow,  to regrow, go with the flow,

to remind that this isn't all that bad, there are good days where you avoid the potholes,

help you get strong,  learn to live on,  cling to it all, enjoy a new glow.

Thanks for reading.
kyle (hope filled poet)