Scars

this poem is about secrets and habits that some people may have

The pain, the beautiful pain.
It takes me away.
It heals my worries,
Takes me far, far away.

Some may disapprove,
I don't really mind.
It helps me relax,
And helps me unwind.

The little scars mean everything,
They make me believe,
They're every part of me.
They find me relief.

From all the stress,
All the confusion,
All the mess,
From all the exclusion.

I bleed away the worries,
It feels good, really good.
It helps release the fury,
It changes my mood.
Cutting, my dirty little secret.