When you're torn into bits,
burns, cuts, hits.
You can't think they will leave.
They eventually close.
Tender, sore, scarlet scabs
Just a patch of lighter skin.
discolored, puckered, obscure
Clearer when I'm tan,
It no longer hurts.
But its there as a reminder of things that do.
If I lift up my sleeve.
Roll back a pant leg.
You cant see the ones from you.
Those are on my heart,
For I alone to bear.
They help me remember,
No longer I cry.
I flip through the memories without even a sigh.
These scars on my heart take time to heal.
Longer than my face or arm.
Those scars take two to fix.
They no longer hurt as bad,
There numbers arent few
No thanks to you.
But he has helped,
where you have maimed.
