My body is a map
Without any direction or pathway
That I rip apart and wish would decay
This empty desert land can never be me
My body is an ocean
That every emotion will change and sway
Scared as often as washing waves will hit bay
The dead sea that is my body will never be me
My body is living memory
Of who I was and will always stay
Unchanging, scarred in infinite pain
A living reminder of who I must be