scarred
The corpse is covered in scars
Each a memory splattered with pain
On some parts, skin is still violently red
Trying desperately to heal itself
The open wounds will close and heal
But they’ll be dark marks that fade to white
Those painful memories will always be on the body
They were tattooed by a jagged edge
They don’t compare though
They can’t
They’ll never compare to the scars in the mind
The scars that will never turn from red to dark to white
The scars that will never heal
The corpse is covered in scares
But they’ll never compare to those in the mind
This poem is about:
Me