The Scar on my Chest…

I will show the bruise on my chest

slight right to the middle

proportioned in length

about a centimeter below my nipple

its long

I had stitches

it didn’t bleed

but the skin is old and forming new skin

I rub neosporin on it daily

cover it with bandages

because its old but its sort of new

like its old but

I can still feel the pain when I press it

so I never press it too hard

I never touch it too much

IT holds a mental scar in my head

soon as I place my fingers to the wound

close my eyes

I remember how I got it

I remember the battle that I had to fight

as soon as I leave earth I try to snap back

contact lay in the sink

swimming in the puddle of tears from my eyes

I shake my head and reach for my imperfection

the scar

ugly on my chest

sometimes it makes me blackout

rage fill my body from the Adrenalin swimming form my adrenal gland

I look for you

and of course your not there

I bring myself down with the pill the doctor prescribed

I wish I would have died

and as I sit and look at the scar

ugly as hell sitting on my chest

I remember how I got it

and remember what I have to do to never get another one..