Everyone has scars marking their body, inside and out
We've gained many scars from all the battles we've fought
The ones at 3 am in the darkest pits of loneliness, and the ones in the middle of the light where everyone can see
Sometimes we pick at these scars out of our human curiosity
We end up re-opening the wound, watching as the blood flows again and the pain returns to us
We've felt this before, so why must we make ourselves feel it again?
Is it because we want to remember?
Because we want to do something differently?
Because we look back and think, "If only..."?
The problem is, scars don't go away
We will continue to re-open and re-open them until we have lost every sense we have
But in the end it makes no difference because a scar is permanent
Along with the memories that come with it
So if we could all hold our breaths and resist the urge to resurface a tidal wave of "if only" 's and pain
Our minds would be a truly beautiful place
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Poems and Rants
PoetryA collection of various poems and rants and sometimes even a mix of both that I write. Enjoy and stay strong my friends.
