That cut that runs along
my wrist; it has a story
to tell.
That mark that I have on
my waist; it has a history
that scares me.
That blemish that covers
my collarbone; it makes
my soul cold.
And all the scars on
my body, refuse to fade
just like those memories.
The faces of those monsters,
what they did to me,
still haunts me.
These scars never fail in
reminding me of the horror
behind them.
Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 3:11 AM UTC
That cut that runs along
my wrist; it has a story
to tell.
That mark that I have on
my waist; it has a history
that scares me.
That blemish that covers
my collarbone; it makes
my soul cold.
And all the scars on
my body, refuse to fade
just like those memories.
The faces of those monsters,
what they did to me,
still haunts me.
These scars never fail in
reminding me of the horror
behind them.
https://justmecompany.wordpress.com/2019/01/07/scars/