Unhealed Scars

What is this strong obsession

That's tearing me apart?

Some strange,deranged expression

Of what's in my heart?

Past is like buckshots

I wish I could kill myself right now.

But I don't have guts

To do it how?

Just because the scars are healed

Doesn't mean the pain has.

Agony of past is always being feeled

Dead chewing on the brash.

I'm sick and tired of hating

Who I've become.

Still my soul is waiting 

For his return.

No matter how much you have hurt me

I still pray for you every night.

I just want you to see

Everyday perfectly alright.