Battle Scars

My heart is a magnet for scars,  Attracted to painful situations. My mind is my heart's companion, Knowing to stay away, But choosing to follow anyway. Blood is never spilt, But mistakes are made, Hearts are hacked, Souls become severed, And people are punished. My heart adds another scar. The wounds, bleeding and raw, Open and vulnerable, Radiating with emotion, Leave me in turmoil and pieces. From the time i was small, A toddler of three, My heart has known battle.... Scars of love, hatred and  Even that of confusion and Misunderstanding have left Their mark. Time heals these festering wounds, That are susceptible to infection, Gushing with pain,  oozing with hurt and Raw with hatred and confusion. My family and friends become the narcotics of my life, Blocking out the hurt, Numbing my pain from within. The one thing i've known, Since i can remember, One thing that's always there, Bubbling beneath the surface, The MVP in making me who i am. But all thats left of the old and past, Are closed pink lines inside my chest. Untill mistakes are made once again, Etching in new lacerations And ripping away the stitches of time.