Map

My body is a map of truth
Cris crossing scarlet roads of lies and depression

Main streets of hidden shame
With no road blocks to slow the traffic of unshead tears

Thin trails of self hatred and human misinterpertation
Suncken into flesh

Jaged mountain roads near the green eternal river
That challenged my life it’s self
And decided not to plumit into the abis

White road marks of what was once devestation
That now holds no reason nor recolection
To what they were for
Or where they were going

My body is a map
   That no one should folow