Bleeding Through to See

I lost everything in a blink. I'm not sure if I am even me anymore cause I feel like a different person already. That's what scares me the most, not knowing what type of person I am.
You might be able to see me. But then again you don't. If you did you could see the scar that have been engraved into my flesh.
I don't expect you to understand the pressure of release that I feel as the cold metal scraps across my skin.