Tally Up Your Scars

How peculiar it is
That black hole at the center of you
suffocating you
You tear away at the air around you Reaching
Gasping
Burning
On fire
And when crying isn't good enough
When you've walked in circles trying to find your way back
And you can't...
The knife comes out
The needles, and the swords
The branding iron, the fists, and the guns
The artillery, the guillotine, and the executioner
You bleed
A sigh of relief
You are here
Time to heal and rest
You have more to do
The scars will form in time
Then you will be able start all over again with new ones