All These ScarsA Poem by StarrIt is our life, but we fight to stay sane...Another day I am sitting here alone Another night I am digging deeper No one understands the darkness I have all these scars They are bleeding through my white blouse They are staining my ripped jeans It's a war I can't seem to win So many scars This is my hell My living hell I just want to stop Never walk again Break down I guess I was born to fail I always seem to break the rules While all my scars are breaking open They are bleeding more Hiding secrets Secrets of a war My war Our war Scars that follow a path Telling stories I'm a walking nightmare All alone in the dark
© 2016 StarrAuthor's Note
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