I am the scars
The scars that I riddled
My body with in a downspiral
I am not the scars
The scars that you put
All over my fucking heart
Even after I stiched
The cuts upon my heart
They still remain
Scars that I will never get rid of
Scars that are all your fault
The scars that will
Permanently be carved
Throughout my body
On my heart
And in my mind
I carved the scars in my skin
They are a part of me
I did not
However...
Carve the scars that you
Permanently placed
In my life
Those scars are a part of my story,
A time of weakness,
But they are not me.
Those scars will be worked
Worked down to my god damn bones
Just trying to erase them
For that is as far as they go
"Sticks and stones will break my bones, but words will never hurt me"?
Ha
Try telling that to the permanent abrasions upon my heart and brain
Tell that to those of us who
Believed
Believed that pesky sticks and stones rhyme That throughout time, those words wouldn't break our hearts and
Break our minds
My scars will be with me for eternity
But not yours
And if they are,
Well,
I guess I will see them in hell
