It’s getting too difficult.
It’s getting harder and harder to hide the scar.
It’s big and pink and purple and is just trying to get noticed.
But if someone sees it, then everyone will know.
All the secrets that the scar holds will be released, out on the open.
Then the gossip will start.
I may have survived suicide, but the gossip will cut deeper than the scars.
It will cut me apart.