Scars

Deep lines
Ugly and old crisscrossing skin
Permanent reminders of old pain
Some old
Some new
Straight slices across wrists and thighs
Hidden by snowflakes and stars
Bullet that clipped my hip
Disguised by vines
Ink can hide but never erase the damage
Done to my body
Done to my soul
Self destruction and violence
Left ugly and scarred skin
Old marks He left
Hidden by the mighty dragon
A symbol of rebirth
Every spot tells a story
Every ink hides another
An ugly soul
Broken beyond repair
Traced with old injuries and ink