Scar Covered Arm

My arm is covered in lines.

There are over fifty, you see.

These lines on my arm,

They hint to my past.

These lines tell a story.

A story of me.

They tell the story of my pain.

Each line representing the blood shed in its creation.

And the pain that caused that bloodshed.

Every line is a part of me.

A part of who I am.

A part of who I’ll always be.