How do you tell someone
that you are tired of your body being nothing
but a burial ground of forgotten memories?
I open myself up,
The scars are there to prove it,
I am searching
For the reasons I feel this way.
Maybe what happened
Is in my bone marrow
Or even my neck,
Words try to seep out-
I don't want to be stitched back together,
I want to find the reason.