The song of the unfortunates

Lies

No more scars

And no more tears

No more worries

And no more fears.

I tell my friends

That I am fine.

I tell them this all the time.

The long sleeves stay,

I still wear tights,

Covering scars

From recent fights.

I keep my knife,

I keep my blade,

I still hate life.

I'm still in the shade.

I haven't stopped,

Just paused to heal.

I'm still quite scared.

I still feel.

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This is from a conversation that happened on the way home, where the words "you've stopped" were spoken. It was a false assumption, and this is just showing that.