Markings Poem by Zimaya Nightshade

I know not of what I am thinking now,
All I am aware of is the fresh pain.
Seeing the lines I wonder why and how,
People can live only seeking to gain.
What if life is about learning to lose?
Like love and trust as I always seem to!
Or what if you could actually choose,
Who felt the pain that was only by you?
All of these marks remind me of the blade.
Sharp as the pain that others brought to me.
Each of the scars on my belly were made,
So that the pain would be where I could see.
Now I see what makes me want to cry out.
And that's what the markings are all about.