Lines

Lines, Not of cocaine, Not of paint, Or kids, Lines of blood. After the emotions have built a fire in my body Large enough that it's a 5 Alarm Alarming. The emotions spark and ignite And that fire is put out as soon as the cool blood rushes out. The lines got boring so they became a square Not as easy to hide. Maybe it's a bigger cry A cry for help, a cry of pain A cry For prom, these lines and squares will look fabulous The true scars of childhood and the teen years marked into My skin My brain My heart.