Fingerprints,
from a past lover,
cover every inch of my body.
Every place has been explored,
and exposed.

Cuts and bruises,
scars from pain,
left by my family,
they ache when I am reminded of them.

Broken bones,
from people I once trusted,
to catch me when I fell,
let me slip through their fingers.

My past has left me marked,
my past has left me tattered and worn,
my past has left me broken.