Familiar Lines

At first it was raw, pinkish red flesh jaggedly torn 

Blood and pain and the feeling of finally breathing

And I cried for the promises I break

Sadness so consuming and anger turns into seething 

Skin mends with skin as the clock ticks on

Layers over layers to hide how I see myself, hate myself

Nothing left to show you I know what darkness is

So let me shove it in a jar and leave it on a shelf

White lines only I know exist haunt me and you ask why

So many lines on my body, seering red ones on my soul

My building blocks are not the same as yours

Pick apart my personality and crush the ugly bits in a bowl

My tears are shimmering and scorching on my cheeks

I poison myself to kill the self that wants to kill me

Strangers eyes behold me as a spectacle, scandalous 

You would never understand how hard it is to