Scars

 
Maybe to you the scars mean nothing
but to me they mean I’m still alive.
When the blood was flowing
all I wanted was death.
Then I passed out and thought
it was over and I would be happy at last.
I guess I didn’t cut deep enough
or in the right spot.
I still woke up in this hell I call home.
Back to everyday life
where I cant do anything rite,
everything’s my fault,
your still gone,
I still miss you,
and cant have you here.
This place we call home is nothing but disgrace,
 full of disappointment,
full of anger,
full of crime.
All I want is to enter a different world
where everything is like it use to be when I was little.
When the only problem was what color of crayon I wanted to use,
when girls still had cooties.
Those were the good times
before we found out the meaning of love
and discovered that losing someone really hurts.
Before we found lost the loved ones that meant the world to us.
When we lose a loved one we think the world is going to end.
But really it doesn’t
its all the ups and downs of life that help us out in the long run.
It prepares us for the future and makes us stronger.