The story of my scars

A story 
These scars tell a story
A story of me
My life, my feelings, my history
Each scar has it’s own meaning

This one on my wrist was from the day you kissed me goodbye and left me to die

These down my arm are from the months of self harm ending with an attempt 

These circles on my arm are lighter burns from the zippo I carved with your name on it

These scratches here and there are from the times someone else was there with me but yet I felt alone 

This one on my chest is from where I was stabbed, this ring around my wrist is from where I was electrocuted. 

This one on my neck is from the rope that snapped
This one on my leg is from the night my dog died

All my scars have a story to tell
And the book of their words is still being written.