the scars, they fade.
its ok. i told you it was. i knew you did it to yourself.
("to cope", you said.) i could understand.
not entirely.
now you have a rubber band around your wrist, (snap it at your low wits. it saves you from the blade..) where the cuts turned to scabs, which will slowly become scars.
but the scars,
they fade.
i promise you that. i knew you hated seeing them.
("i regret it", you said.) i tried to stop you before.
failed, but tried.
the failed attempts,
they fade.
we forget, and move on.
("be happy", we said.) we knew we were stronger.
stronger than ever, the scars made us.
but even strength itself fades. ("after time", i reminded.) we continued dreaming.
on.
and on.
.on.
and on.
i promise. .our strength. .endless.
will (never)
.fade.
