Faded

A faded scar.

That one on my right wrist

a forever reminder

of what could have been

the beginning of the end.

So much pain

countless tears.

Now only memories

and a faint scar remain

seemingly staining my skin

for always.

Continually in plain view

forever overlooked

by all who glance upon me.

Even those closest

most dear to my heart

have never taken note

of what could have been

the beginning of the end.

Occasionally I let my fingers

graze over it

and linger on the scarred tissue.

If only to remind myself

that all pain

can be survived.

I still remember

what drove me

to make that first deep cut.

So much pain,

so much memory

contained in

one

faded

scar.

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