Black and Blue Scars
I’m proud of my scars, every last one of them
For they define who I am, and where my soul has been
The most recent one was shown on my heart
You see, I don’t choose to love you
I love you because if I didn’t I don’t know what I’d do
Bruises cover my arms, each one tells a different story
My skin is painted black and blue
Misery is m residence, and pain is my bliss
It’s a comfortable place to be,
Somewhere between your heart and hell
You’ve created the deepest scar of all within my heart
This pain never felt so real, this cut wasn’t meant not to heal
But the scar will surely remain,
To remind me that I’m beautiful and tomorrow’s a brighter day
-Natalie A. Chapman
