Scars Of Innocence

I

To the ones
Who survived,
The Game of Life.

It is so Strange how some people enter you life one day and change the life completely. Like you'd be doing very fine before but then they enter and you realise your whole life, your whole existence, you were waiting, for someone like them. They'll take up a spring part of your winter heart which you never ever knew existed..

When I was young, I read somewhere that "Like a Compass needle that always points to the north, A man will always point his finger to the woman." I never understood it back then, now years later, looking back at my Lost childhood, I realise, It has Always been right. I never had Anything to say to anybody, I always soaked my words in my heart's blood and all the tears were never visible nor were the scars.
From what I've read, From what I've lived, people will never realise how broken someone is until they start to bleed on them, their anger. When You're mad , you're rude. When you're sad, you're a sadist. But what if I'm both? What am I?.
They say the world is beautiful,
Where am I living then?
I've never seen something as pathetic as my world.
Back then I opened my arms to touch the world, Just to realise , it was a burning hell.
And Now, Years later.
I've found something I've bearly met in my childhood, Happiness was it's name. We passed by, it didn't recognise me. Neither did I.
I lived in a brown household .From an early age, I was always told that Silence kept the peace.
Now only did I ever realised, who's peace it kept...
They say 'daddy issues' makes a Writter. And 'mommy issues ' makes a poet.. so what am I?
An authoreot?.

-for the girls who deserved peace,
But never had peace.