Scars
The scars still exist through all of the thoughts
They still remain there even when I don’t feel such pain
They will exist forever and eternity
With the burning insation to make them bleed for once more
So you can remember for life that I had no life
The scars will remain
In my thoughts,
in my dreams,
and in my life,
they make me remember every thing I did and went through
they will remind me of all of my friends and family
and even all of the ones who hate
the one’s who love to judge and hate the kids that are not like thereselfs
the ones who are fucked up in the head
and think of the worst when the best is right in front of there faces
when they wake up thinking what kind of hell is going to happen today
and then put on there happy face and fake the rest of the of there day,
just so those can think that you can care and have feeling
when really I don’t
cuz have you ever felt so much pain that nothing will matter ever again
that your life is full of fake smiles and laughs
just to make the world happy
when really you end up finding your self by your self
at no ones side to keep you
in there thoughts
having a fight with your self to start or not
when you felt so much pain that you’ve
practically gone insane
when you think to your self that what your purpose
is to feel like hell for eternity
is to be tourtured by society
like you’re the worlds clown
is it to keep everyone else from being bored?
b/c I no I have felt it ever minute of my life,
and then in the end the scars are found wide open
with no explanations to the world
besides the little notes carved on the side of his arm
that happens to say “I hope everyone will live happily for life without me in it”, and on the other side “it was everyone with dought.”
And on his chest carved back words “the end” with him lying in front of a shatterd mirror