Here I lie,
in the pool of my own blood,
as they tentatively watch me,
disallowing their hearts to beat an inch for me.

I sit and watch and wait,
for the day when my scars become theirs,
for my cries to be the only sounds they hear,
as they pierce their ears leaving trails of blood down their necks,
so in the end,
we will all become what our scars make us.