Sunday, Mar. 26, 2006 / 9:29 p.m.
Scarred

There are the scars you can see
Angry streaks across my arm
My thigh
My ankle
Thin and delicate
Lines separating life from death

Some so delicate, nearly invisible
Some so red they're visible across the room
One so thick and raised that it's never going to fade
And it's been four years already

There's a burn mark on my thigh
From the time I set a hot lighter on it
A small square with a perfect
Little circle cut out of the middle
But it's faded with the years

There's a gash that I didn't put there
That will never go away
And turns my stomach every time I look in the mirror
Because it reminds me of the times
That I'd rather forget

And maybe it's my worst visible scar
But there's ones that are so much deeper
So much redder
So much more painful
That can't be seen with the naked eye

And it doesn't matter anymore
Because nothing can ever undo it
Healed, yes
But never forgotten
And every once in a while
They open up again.