There\'s scars on my body
Spread out like a constellation of stars;
A set of man-made galaxies
That nobody\'s allowed to see,
Because seeing them
Means something horrid to me
Sometimes I trace my scars
With a marker stained red -
Marking where my blood could\'ve gone
And where my blood should\'ve went.
I trace again with my tip-bitten nails,
Hoping it\'s enough for what I meant.
I hate staring at my scars.
Shadows of mistakes I\'ve made and done.
Watching as I try -
Day after day -
To stay away from the pain,
Because they\'re stories I can\'t afford to say.