I'm a map,
I can tell you where to go,
I can guide you through life,
I can aid your journeys.

You can use me to help you.
You can use me to care for you.
You can use me.
For I am merely an object,
that has no sense of feeling.

I have no feeling for pain,
so you can throw me around.
Batter me.
Taunt me.
You can crumple me up to throw me out,
and replace me with a new map.
One that's more up-to-date and stylish.
It doesn't matter,
I can't feel,
so I surely can't be impacted.
At. All.

I'm a map,
Use me right and never get lost,
use me wrong and ruin a good map.

These scars.
They will not heal.
They stand as a memento,
from a time long past.

If I ever meet a new person,
they would observe these marks,
and realize how insane I am.

They will run away from me,
they all do.
They all do.

I can't deal with the scars.
I can't deal with myself.
I can't deal with the future,
just like I couldn't deal with the past.

These wounds will stay,
even if I change,
so what's the use in sticking around,
and being reminded of them?