welts

as i lay here in my bed
i am filling up with dread
everything thats happened is my fault
i blame myself
the suffering you go through is too much to bear
i can no longer lie there

i pick up the instrument of torture that i have chosen
i put it around my arm and start snapping it
over and over
after 15 minutes of snapping i look at my arm
welts form from the marks

i lay down yet again
my worries are no longer here
for now

waking up to the rising dawn
i know the marks are gone
every one of my fears have faded away
just like the welts from yesterday