Scars & Ink

They told me

To wear my scars like badges

They  didn't tell me

That they were faulty patches-

That once I was hurt again

Everything would come spilling out-

Blood spurting between my fingers

The pain, the way it always lingers

How could I heal my wounds

When they reopen at the sight of you

I can't decide if it's love or hate

I can't decide if it was will or fate

I just know, it's all I know

Is that these scars are going to blow


And I'll be nothing. 

The End

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