I had good intentions when I first found you
You seemed like the missing piece to my unsolved puzzle.
But time blurred the lines - the world grew loud,
And I left you on a shelf to gather dust.

i hide the cuts
and call it healing.
i smile enough
to look like feeling.

i bled to feel,
then felt too much.
so now i flinch
at even touch.

no big event,
no cry for aid.
just pain, then choice,
then steel, then blade.

the scars are thin,
but memory lingers.
i still see red
between my fingers.

they call it pain,
i call it mine.
i earned the blood,
i crossed the line.

story wrote in pen
can't be erased but can write
over write the past