I draw tiny hearts all over the page, they end up broken and mangled while others rearranged, And then I draw bars, because I'm locked in. Locked in my mind, I try to block out my thoughts, Looking for a way out, away from the pain. Get off this cycle, memory, blood, I need change. So I wont make more scars, because of him. Will I forget? I doubt it. The chances are slim. But I know I will heal. That I'm sure of And someday, I'll be able to love once again.