Scars fade,

Memories last.

I remember those long, sleepless nights,

Where I sat in my bed,

Blade in my hand.

Watching the blood slowly begin to appear,

from the freshly made cuts.

Tears falling down my face,

Numb to the pain.

Most of those nights

seemed to last for an eterinity.

My scars slowly began to fade,

But my memories have not.