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Tears and Scars
The tears just keep coming and you are
The one who wipes them away while others
Walk on by. I am afraid of you seeing my scar
Because it is one of the only things that utters
The ugly truth. It is my battle wound and
It is everything I have been through. It covers
So much of my skin. While others are stunned,
But do not really care none of that mattered
To you at all. It did not matter how numbed
I was to the core, you are the splattered
Part of my canvas that brings color to my life.
I would never be too used up and tattered
For you. The sharp edges and blade of the knife
Are too tempting, but I cannot do it because you
Have stopped those thoughts. The strife
In my head is gone. Nothing but the true
Nature of your words stop me from wanting
To leave this life behind. The skies are still blue.
The one who wipes them away while others
Walk on by. I am afraid of you seeing my scar
Because it is one of the only things that utters
The ugly truth. It is my battle wound and
It is everything I have been through. It covers
So much of my skin. While others are stunned,
But do not really care none of that mattered
To you at all. It did not matter how numbed
I was to the core, you are the splattered
Part of my canvas that brings color to my life.
I would never be too used up and tattered
For you. The sharp edges and blade of the knife
Are too tempting, but I cannot do it because you
Have stopped those thoughts. The strife
In my head is gone. Nothing but the true
Nature of your words stop me from wanting
To leave this life behind. The skies are still blue.
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