"Scars are there, Visible or not"
The long dire days, the cold sleepless nights
Fake a smile "I'm okay", voice breezy and light.
My blue checkered shirt, my red checkered skin
Underneath is all but dirt, I'm nothing but a sin.
My sore aching heart, pumping blood to be spilled
At crossroads path do part, so confused begging to be killed.
Crimson secrets carved at night, the silence is too loud
Paling marks out of sight, I am no longer within a crowed.
They point, laugh the fun they make, disgusting me to my core
Ignoring they sigh "God sake", my opinion is tore.
The guilt building feeling it's weight, much like it's cousin the dark
Is this what has become my fate? Alone in the world without a spark.
That candle you once held, though you've dampened the wick
With out provoke I cried and yelled, physically feeling sick.
I have told my lies, never any like you
I thought you were a prize, you said you'd see me through.
My wounds they may never heal, water will not wash away
How scummy and dirty I feel, once a blade strikes it will not stay.
In it's box, wrapped up all alone
Much like you snarls the fox, in a penetrating tone.
Once again I listen, I'm worthless, pathetic and dead
a piece of the puzzle's missin', I don't look so tears are shed.
Scars are there, visible or not
Mine are everywhere, inside a coffin I wish to rot.
Do I struggle for a reason? Or for anothers joy
So guilty I could of committed treason, I'm a puppet a ragged toy.
So what's the use, in this thing called life
Just lies no truths, no words just a knife.
Life's so dark, you can't see start nor end
So I engrave a mark, in the middle instead of peering round the bend.
