Scars

A hundred and twenty-one scars on my back
One for each time I got stabbed in the back
A hundred and twenty-one knives on the rack
One for every time I stabbed back

Wounds may heal but scars do not
They make sure you never forget
Constantly reminding you of your mistakes
Advertising your failures to the world

Knives unlike guns are close range
Only those close to you can pierce you
That's why the pain hits different
A two fold reminder to keep circles small

Sometimes scars are the most beautiful thing
You survived before, you will again
The same experience that gave you those scars
Gave others gravestones

Quit hidding, quit hidding your scars
Good,bad,ugly, your scars tell your story