I am aware of the voices

Aware of the choices

That led to these scars

Each one is beautiful

Each one is dark

Each one tells a story

Of how how they left their mark

Some are from anger

Some are from pain

Some of these scars even have a name

I remember how they cut me

How I felt ashamed

In a moment of weakness

I’d play a little game

Sink the blade deeper

Grit me teeth through the pain

Each one of these scars

Tells a story