Scars cover my heart and brain. I healed but I still bleed. Wounds get cut back open again causing blood to cover me. Filling my eyes and soul. Drowning me in life's necessity. They heal and I become okay again but the scar still can be seen.
I hide them behind a mask made by my tormentor. Only cracks of me are allowed to be seen. No scars are allowed to be seen. My eyes being my only way out. My mouth and ears damaged years ago. My mouth sewn to a closed smile. My ears being only allowed to listen to my torturer.
My blood sometimes leaks out but no one notices. I still clean the bandages often to keep anyone from noticing.
Sometimes I take off my mask to show off my scars. Only little by little. No one could learn to love all my scars at the same time. I know they're disgusting and not my fault but they mark the parts of you that people care about you.
My scars have contorted my heart to something no one understands. My brain broken and fractured.
