poems

With These Scars

With these scars

With battle wounds

With these memories

With all this hatred

I have these scars

I hold then close

I loved them all

But hate then too

Nobody sees them

Nobody cares

Nobody needs to known

But i need people

But i don't want then

Cause i have my scars

I have my razors

I have everything

I don't need any on

If I'm hurting

If i need to be in control

I take the razor

Run it one the skin

The skin that bows before it

With these scars

With battle wounds

With these memories

With all this hatred

I have these scars

I hold then close

I loved them all

Will you ever understand

No

No you will never

I known

because i don't even understand