Scars

Drawing scars with pointed stars

across my arm again

Bleeding cuts

just hurt too much

and fill my tears with pain

Yet, I give in this time like the last,

and I watch myself bleed black

while the stitches all unclasp,

and are let loose not unlike me

I'm done painting pictures

with shades of blood on my skin

That tell stories that I've told no one

and always kept within

Now they're scars for everyone to see

etched on my body like they are in my mind

And all their words still haunt me

just like the past I've never left behind