More beautiful than any tattoo or peircing,
my scars are what keep me living,
To lie there on cold hard steel,
without so much as a name to call thyself?
with tubes sticking out everywich way,
as I watched myself on the monitors, with no one to hold my hand,
doctors and nurses all around,
, finally when all goes dark,
they gave me my beautiful scars.
5 inches on the left, 17 down the middle, and 2 inches on the right.
My heart was taken out, gutted & sewn back in,
it was rewired a new route,
and finally I awoke to daylight again.
But never forget what I endured, for how many women can honestly sacrifice their hearts,
and live to suffer?
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