Scars are always there, visible or not.

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Scars are always there, visible or not.

The long dire days, cold sleepless nights.
Fake a smile I'm okay, voice breezy and light.
My blue checkered shirt, my red checkered skin.
Underneth is all but dirt, I'm nothing but a sin.
My sore aching heart, pumping blood to be spilled.
At crossroads paths do part, so confused begging to be killed.
Crimson secrets carved at night, the silence is too loud.
Pailing marks out of sight, I am no longer within a crowd.
They point laugh the fun they make, disgusting me to my core.
Ignoring they sigh 'God sake', my opinion is tore.
The guilt builds feeling it's weight, much like it's cousin 'the dark'.
Is this what has become my fate? Alone in the world with out a spark.
A candle you once held, then you dampemd the fucking wick.
I have told my lies, but never any like you.
When I cut my thighs, you said you'd see me through.
My wounds may never heal, water will not wash away.
How scummy and dirty I feel, once the blade strikes is doesn't stay.
Dismissed in it's box, wrapped up all alone.
"Much like you" snarls the fox, in a penetraiting 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 always there, visible or not.
I no longer care, in a coffin I wish to rot.
Do I struggle for a reason? Or anothers joy?
So guilty could've committed treason, I'm a puppet a ragged toy.
Life's so dark, you can't see start nor end.
So I engrave a bloody mark, instead of peering round the bend.

Sorry if there's spelling mistakes or typos or stuff... I'm really bad at spelling and the spell checker doesn't work anymore on my internet -.-
Anyhoo... thoughts?