Scars

Touched an old scar today.
Remembered when it used to bleed.
When I used to pick the scab,
hurting to try and feel.

Do you even know?
Would you even care?

You abandoned me to die.
Strangers in my bed.
Crying myself to sleep,
hurting to try and feel.

Do you even know?
Would you even care?

Woke up alone one day.
Body broken and bruised.
A shattered mind and soul,
hurting to try and feel.

Do you even know?
Would you even care?

Woke up scared one day.
Terrified I was losing myself.
Burned your memory away,
hurting to try and forget.

Do you even know?
Would you even care?

The scars are all that remain.
Long healed and silvery white.
Sometimes I still touch them,
sometimes they still hurt.