Scars

Scars.
Scars that cannot be seen.
Scars that cannot be touched.
Not formed by knife,
Not formed by razor,
But formed by mind,
By thoughts, ideas, feelings.
Scars so heavy and so deep
They will never fade away,
Etched so many times in lines of black
To match my already black heart.
Branded with these scars,
My stone heart is,
Never to be alive again
Or beat another day.
Destructive.
No going back now.
These scars are here to stay,
To bleed me dry and to make me remember
Just who it was that formed them.
No-one to blame but yourself,
Not anymore -
These scars are you.