You can see these.
The lines that write the story of my past.
You see me try to hide them, don’t you?
I lie about it.
I’d beg and scream before you knew.
Now I think it’s time.
You have a right to know.
You’ve stayed there with me.
Holding my hand, making sure I’ve stopped crying.
Waiting for me to fall asleep so you can tell me you love me.
So for that one moment, you know I’m safe.
That you can leave me asleep.
Your best friend.
So it’s time for you to know.
It’s your right.
I’ve stayed quiet long enough.
I think I’m ready to show you my scars.
The awful chapters carved into my side.