Go ahead and drag your demons behind you like an anchor, weighing you down and holding you in the pasts stiff embrace. You clutch and claw at your past mistakes, trying to keep them in your arms and embrace your regret like you would and should embrace love had you ever known it. Ever. Truly. Known it. You're drowning in your own blood, the shattered peices of your broken heart stabbing you as you tread uselessly in the sanguine waters of your life. Keep on going, and you're going to drown. You're going to bleed to death waiting for your heart to fall back into place. Waiting for someone else to put it back together for you. You cut yourself open trying to bleed out from the inside, trying to bleed yourself free. But you should've learned by now... Sorrow doesn't bleed... Heartbreak doesn't heal... And sometimes all you have to do to make the pain stop is drop anchor, and stare out at the crystal blue sea instead of forging your path in a river of blood and tainted memories. Some things just weren't meant to be. And all this "Pain" you're in... Is self-inflicted misery. Thrashing around in ropes that you bound yourself. You buried yourself alive... Focus. Focus. There are better things in life. Move. On. Better things...Better things... Better things to live for than reliving all your hurts, cutting open all your scars. Scar tissue is as it is for a reason, to heal the wound while leaving a mark. A prescence. Every scar is a lesson, not another stone on your back. Not another demon trailing behind you like a child, clutching at your heels. There is a difference between life, and pain. Find it