The Pain Of Anothers' Choice

The scars I wear come with a label of blame,
The words; you and I fuse, they have become that same,
Calenders have been replaced, time lost,
The scars I wear, my love became the cost,
Love became care then eventually the ability to tolerate,
One action over time, blurred the gap between love and hate,
Scars are given life in a distant room,
Creating an idea for most; the desire of a nameless tomb,
The blood I fail to see, the sensation remains in sight,
The blood must have ran free, the swaying tongue I chose to bite,
My family is surrogated, a sibling remains with me,
The smile she hides behind is printed, a reality is key,
One of control or the belief that you do,
Others point holding a generalised label; beyond blue,
Age groups creates protection for some,
I may not fully understand however know with time it will come,
The bigger picture at a later date,
Will show a lack of trust, supporting hate,
The sound of pain is beyond the view,
The effects are felt in that room and mine too,
The scars I wear come with a label of blame,
My sister self harms, however we share the pain.