"Where did you get those marks,"
"What happened to your skin?"
I want to scream "to which marks do you reefer?"
"The ones upon my belly, or the ones inside that burn!"
The flesh that is so torn i cover up to hide
Ashamed to show the world
In my room I wear with pride
Towels are kept on hand in case the flow is steady
When will I give up?
Right now I am not ready
The pain inside so brutal
The torment I inflict
All passes away when blood begins to drip
Puddles slowly form
Puddles I can't get rid of
Loved ones slip and fall
They are punished for there love
Some refuse to recover from the pain I have caused
I do not blame them
Those who persist only cause more pain
I push them always
Further and further away