Scars

I long for these blemishes of my past on my skin to vanish the constant reminder of the sorrow this skin has faced is almost too much to take how I've hoped in the past for each cut to be the last thing I will ever feel through the torture of the past my skin has grown thin in places but in others it has become scared so thick that it can no longer be cut my skin is now so weathered and torn that it is no longer skin it is just scars now never really healing just festering as an open wound all over I can no longer bear to be in this suit of scars I must cut it all off as the blood runs down and solidifies into scabs I see the sign of a new scar free skin growing back now all I have are these meaningless memories of days long past and now the real healing may begin on the scars in my mind