Scars
People all around you,Have to stop and stare.
Some will even wonder,
How those scars got there.
I have scars too,
Except mine aren't hard to hide.
See yours are on your skin,
Mine are deep inside,
So cut up and torn.
It's not because of sickness,
Or because of third degree burns.
Mine are from the past.
So dark and not well seen.
I don't have anymore nightmares,
In fact, I don't even dream.
I'm so torn apart,
Broken up and hurt.
My life has not been pleasant.
I've been tossed and thrown in dirt.
The people I have trust the most,
Have broken me and lied.
I don't have bestfriends anymore.
She had to go and die.
When I do the right thing wrong,
My life goes round and round.
When I wake up the next morning,
I'm lying on the ground.
My heart is somewhat broken,
I suffer from great pain.
Some people stop and wonder,
Is that girl insane?
Though people try to help me,
Mend my broken heart
I'm starting to get better,
But they'll never fill the part.
The part that's dark and empty.
Gloomy and Ice cold.
I'm hoping I'll get better,
Or so I have been told.
You and I aren't different,
You suffer, so do I.
We both have lost a great ammount,
We both sit alone and cry.
People all around you,
Have to stop and stare.
Some will even wonder,
How those scars got there.
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