I have different marks lacing my body,
Some I love,
Some I know,
Some I don’t have a clue,
Others I hate.

Each has a story,
Some I love,
Some I know,
Some I don’t have a clue,
Others I hate.

There are too many to count,
I can count the recent ones,
Three total, all will fade,
Will they fade in time?

They have four days,
One person knows, kinda.

Then the questions will come,
I hate the questions,
After the questions will come the lies,
After the lies comes the guilt.

These marks hurt,
Not just physically.

I have different marks lacing my body,
Some I love,
Some I know,
Some I don’t have a clue,
Others I hate.