I have scars.
Some that can be seen.
Some that cannot.
You cannot see my soul
How it is burning in pain.
You cannot see my heart
How it has been broken time and time again.
You cannot see my head,
Though part of my brain hurts.
You cannot see my veins
Which need to bleed to get the pain out.
Again you cannot see my heart
And the sadness it feels.
"Do you think any of my scars will heal?"
You cannot tell that I am unhappy
Because I put on a show.
But when I am alone.
The tears begin to flow.
You do ont know the stories of how I got these scars.
Where they came from...
Who they are from....
They say if you tell someone your story
You will be put at ease.
So I am begging for someone to listen to me.
How long will they stay?
Will they ever go away?
Or will they remain
In my blood.
In my heart.
In my body, my soul.
My life is the pits.
It is burning with coal.
So put out the fire.
Take away the pain.
And let me know happiness
Once again.