The maps on my thigh tell the nights I’ve survived,
The quiet battles where I’ve barely arrived.
Each line a memory, a storm I’ve contained,
A hidden place where my sorrow remained.
I scream in silence, I fight in the dark,
A secret war leaving its mark.
No one can see it, no one can know,
The maps on my thigh are the pain I show.
Mar 18
Mar 18, 2026 at 7:15 PM UTC
The maps on my thigh tell the nights I’ve survived,
The quiet battles where I’ve barely arrived.
Each line a memory, a storm I’ve contained,
A hidden place where my sorrow remained.
I scream in silence, I fight in the dark,
A secret war leaving its mark.
No one can see it, no one can know,
The maps on my thigh are the pain I show.