Invisible Scars
Winter Drumline’s season ended over two weeks ago
And yet the scratch from the vibraphone is still on my leg
What started as a tiny scrape, is now a cut
It only hurts when you press on it
Not when I pick at it to distract myself
I’m not depressed, I don’t think
But sometimes the pressure on my invisible scars
Causes the skin on my heart to split apart again
And it’s all I can do to not cry
So I will pick at it for something to do
Prevent the wound from healing
Just like the world seems to do to my heart
Until I finally have another visible scar
And yet the scratch from the vibraphone is still on my leg
What started as a tiny scrape, is now a cut
It only hurts when you press on it
Not when I pick at it to distract myself
I’m not depressed, I don’t think
But sometimes the pressure on my invisible scars
Causes the skin on my heart to split apart again
And it’s all I can do to not cry
So I will pick at it for something to do
Prevent the wound from healing
Just like the world seems to do to my heart
Until I finally have another visible scar