wounds of self define, shattering the illusion of wholeness.
tracing the pain of the past in lines of unhealed self hate.
one visible path for each demon mirror from inside the dark and the deep.
pain to remind that i feel, pain to cease the confusion.
scars showing the history of fractured emotions
letting the pain out just for the regrowth of pain to restart.
a canvass for the world to see and follow the roads of pain
etchings of the skin each hiding a secret never telling
pills and talking to the woman in white, ease the flow of pain they said.
followed the rules like a puppy from the pound, all eager and wanting love.
opened the past and spoke the vile words of history.
confusion set in, so emotions and feelings are to be human.
know the words but not the act, pain is the friend that releases the past.
scars are the way i have travelled and markers of time moving.
can you see the scars, look closer, can you see the scars on the inside.