These are my wounds,
on my shoulder, leg, arm,
and unseeable places.
these are my wounds,
so deep,
so old,
yet sting like they're brand new.
i never wanted these wounds that i bare,
these scars that will never fade,
the marks that will forever stay,
the blood that always pours onto the cold tile floor
i never wanted these wounds that i bare,
cant you tell?
im screaming,thrashing,
cant you see?
are you as blind as me?
these wounds i bare,
not all are meet the eye
if you make it past my many masks
you might find something in my mind.
these wounds i bare,
i bare for you,
my family,
my friends,
for strangers,
and it hurts, stings, kills.
these wounds i want gone,
i want them removed,
expelled from my life,
erased from my memory.
these wounds i want gone,
they are a part of me,
they create me,
build me,
are a part of me. take them away,
you take away my being,
self conviction.
these wounds that i love,
are almost entirely in my head
they scar my brain,
dice my heart,
pulverize my soul
these wounds that i love,
no matter what has been said,
in any times past,
i wouldn't trade them for anything
i love these wounds,
and no one can take them away,
for they are a part of me,
take them, and you take my being and soul.
you take my need to live.
these are my wounds,
and i know you have them too.
