Scars

So much built up,
Like a damn
About to burst.

That last wave of water
Sends you over the edge.

You crack,
You burst,
You crumble,
You destroy yourself.

You are physically
Harming yourself,
That last wave
Was too much.

You don't think
About anything. Not
The consequences,
Who will be hurt,
What will happen to
You,
The scars that will
Be left by each drop.

Each drop leaves way
For red to flow.

How much will that
First drop hurt?

How deep will each drop
Flow?

How many will follow?

That damn must be
Rebuilt and helped.
It will never be
The same.

Its too scared.
Any more waves
Could force the break.
And more drops
Will be sure to follow.