It's a reminder
Of the time I didn't die
That I laughed
Sure I was hurt
But the flowers that bloomed on my skin
Were so beautiful
That I stayed in hopes of seeing them next spring.

It's a reminder
Of all the effort I spent trying to hide them
Hiding my feelings
So as not to burden others
Or to not be swept away with last night dreams.

It's a reminder
And I'm not proud when people notice them
But I'm proud that they see me
Instead of the me pushing up daisies.