stigma [body limbs collection]

hands

smooth skin, scarless;
that's how they were before we met.

bloody knuckles, bruises scattered,
and yet you blame the wall when it's really my fault.

the cuts are so deep, i can see the bone,
and those weren't from sticks and stones.

those cuts are from pain,
those bruises are from misery,
those broken bones are from heartbreak,

and now that blood is on my hands.