my scares

These scars tell a story.
they tell of sadness.
they name stress.
they tell of strength.
and they tell you how much I carry.
these scars speak of fear.
and these scars cry out pain.
but these scars do not talk of my pain,or my fears,or my story.
these scars carry my guilt.
these scars are my fault.
cause I could not help you.
cause I could not save you.
I carry these scars.
and they tell your story.
the story of how you beat me,left
me in the cold slowley dieing
but he came and saved me,he took
me from my hell,gave me a home where
i could be safe.
ive beaten you,your never gonna
hurt me again,i may be safe but theese scars are
here forever,a reminder,reminder of all the hurt and pain
you made me go trough.