My scars tell stories
That my words can not explain
They're the inventory
Of what I have gained
That I've taken risks
And lived a life
That danger exists
And so does strife
The fact that I have lived
In this universe
That I've grown from a kid
And seen humanities curse
But it's such a shame
That these scars
Stained such lovely veins
With ugly marks
YOU ARE READING
Sad Souls
PoetryThings I never had the courage to say aloud but wrote down instead, hoping that one day another soul like myself would come across it; hoping that someday someone could relate and be able to say 'I am not alone.' ♡Poetry♡ (Cover wasn't drawn by me)
