visible, scorching and burning
I carry them with me all day long
They are my burden, my heavy load
A sick decoration on my flesh
Scars,
hot, flaming and permanent
I feel them when I move
Constant pain to block out the other, worse pain
A reminder of what has passed
Scars,
they will fade a little
But they will never really leave
My body accepts them for what they are
Everlasting lines that hide a secret


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