Can clean up the blood. Can't clean up the scars.

you pushed your sleeves down 
to cover the scars
to hide the marks
of who you really are
you're sad and unhappy
with your life and yourself
and there's no one around to help you
you're alone in this horror story
while the demons eat you alive
and you're trapped in the story
struggling to survive. 

"I've been like this for so long that I'm beginning to realize 

that happiness doesn't really exist. At least not for me" -JS