A Thousand And Done

When your wrists have stopped bleeding
And you've stopped your needing

Scars are bitter sweet reminders
Of how far you've come today
Hunched in a corner
Of a crowded room is where you'll find us
Don't back down, don't run away

These arms are like one huge book
They tell stories, to who dares to look
If you asked about each one
I'd tell you stories...
A thousand and done.