Scars cover my body
like a blankey covers
a newborn
baby.

I don't know where
these ugly things
came
from.

"You made them."
No.
I wouldn't do this
to my body.

This is sick.
This is twisted.
Demented,
and nasty.

Words are carved into
my skin.
Whore, skank,
Erin, Mikey, Hayley.

Skank.
Fuck up.
Die.
DIE.

All over my thighs,
my stomach,
my wrists.
Everywhere.

Where did these scars
come from?
I miss Danny.
She would know.

Someone tell me
where I'm from.
Who I am.
I don't know.