So many of them,
Some large, some small.
They all have a story to tell,
They all remind me of my past.
Bitterness and anger depicted in little criss-crossed lines,
Deep gashes showing the loneliness and sorrows.

The place where I wrote your name,
When I learned I had lost you forever,
The place where it went too deep,
And I almost lost myself as well.

Do you ever lose scars?

Even if you can't see them on the outside,
They are still inside.

They are still carved across my heart.