I've been scarring my body
With permanent marks of memories.
They tell the stories of the days
That break me the most inside.

My skin's so raw it shreds.
My inside's are cold enough to burn.
My body feels worn to my tendons.
My mind feels full enough to burst.

I can't hold on much longer.
This thread is quickly thinning.
Each time that I get closer
I get shoved straight to the beginning.

I'm trying to restore myself
With whatever little is left.
I'm running to a healing place
But rapidly losing my breath.