Map of scars

You left on me a map of scars
I tried to erase them in clubs and in bars
Some wide open some forbidden
Some starting to heal Some deeply hidden
Each stranger burdened with tales of woe
Hoping for a surgeon his needle to sew
To close up the wounds
that ripped through my heart
Each shot down the hatch to toast a new start
In the morning regret as the sun hit my face,
naked and dirty an utter disgrace
Why am I here? , what is the point?
I poured another drink and rolled one more joint
This just can't continue or I'll soon be dead
I needed to get these thoughts from my head
I clung on to my drink as I had done my scars
returned to the strangers and seedy bars
another night of trying to forget
Another morning of agonising regret
I had to do something
heal these scars on my own
so I picked up my pen
turned off my phone.
I started to write every little thing down
Each feeling I felt all the sorrows I'd drowned
I felt comfort in words
stronger with each line
written for nobodies eyes
but mine.
I'd stopped pouring glasses poured my heart out instead
I wrote pages and pages never to be read
My scars slowly faded although most remain
I've accepted they are not just a reminder of pain.
My scars form a map of power and strength
and il continue my journey regardless its length.