left in the back seat.

Scars

I don't cut,

I don't bleed.

Maybe there are things you can't see.

Eleven scars total.

A reminder of that day.

So close to being free.

But closer to feeling guilty

If i were to go

Loved ones would cry.

If i were to go

Some would want to die.

No one can know each others pain

They guess

They say sorry and hope you feel better

But then you reminded of the scars you have.

The ones you almost had.

And you think

End it now

But you can't .

So you live with scars.