“Let me see your wrist,” I said
As I noticed something different.
“Oh I just fell and cut myself”
I replied, “Oh no you didn’t.”
I noticed there were changes
But I just let them go
I guess I figured if something was wrong
You would just come let me know.
You didn’t come home again last night
I wondered where you were
I wondered when you did come home
If you’d have anymore scars.
Scars, they are like tattoos
They stay there to remind you
They’re there as a symbol
Of something that’s inside you
The monster that’s within,
It will never go away
Until you deal with whatever
Brought it out here in the first place.