Deep Emotions

𝑺𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝑰𝑰

Sitting in my dark room,
I can feel the shadows starting to talk,
The demons in my head, ready to fight
A battle brewing, their voices unkind.

They extend their sharp claws,
Seeking to scratch every scar,
That carries a story of every fight.
Like an invisible armour, shining in the night.

I've loved these scars and hated them the same,
A paradox of emotions, intertwining in flame,
Waiting for the sunlight to kiss the pain away,
And take these demons out of my way.

In this journey filled with scars,
I long to find a soul who finds mine beautiful,
Embracing the beauty they hold,
For we all have scars, woven in our hearts.

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