Paper Cut Eyes

Scar tissue

Scar tissue

Life is full of troubles and hardships.

Each one leaving their own little gash.

Oozing emotion, oozing pain,

some of them heal,

but some will just stay.

My soul is now scar tissue.

My heart a bloody mess.

I can't help the thinking,

my pain is someone's success

I hope for a destiny.

I yell for a point.

I can't just be nothing,

ripped apart at the joint,

and for what?