Scars

There are many scars I carry that show my marking from fighting from day to day from bumps and scrapes and bruises to the ones hand made Few ask about my past struggles about the ones that are shown freely but the ones that mar my pallid skin are the ones that are all self inflicted and they carry stories run deepest they plague my side and wrists I cover their stories with small white lies they tell a tale of loss and pain and blood that flowed freely down a drain to me they seem to be battle wounds of a continual war I am to lose I go dark and numb when they start it symbols the wounds that mark my heart the blood shines crimson red to darker shades that match my dread but for a while there has been and thing that has stilled my hand a boy as ordinary as day he has shown me the light and how to stay I pray to God our love shall forever stay our bond is deeper then blood and my internal scars it flows through every vain and pumps in my heart he showed me my wounds can heal and with my pain there is better ways to deal he is my heart, warmth, love, and the one who showed me how to heal and feel I love him.