You don't understand

I know you don't understand

I wear these scars

I carry them for what I did

I carry them for the story

I know you don't understand

The pain carved into me

The attempts to dissapear

It's not a tale

I spoke to myself today

I'm ashamed of what I've becomed

I stand with arms wide opened

I'm not made of stone

Right or wrong

What have I done

I turned away

I looked away

Falling further and further away

Getting closer and closer

To the end

The scars won't fade

Ongoing battle 

One I may never win

A sweet escape

I know you don't understand 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Many way to scar yourself.
"Ongoing battle
One I may never win
A sweet escape
I know you don't understand"
Sometime we must know pain to know we are alive. I understand the above lines. Thank you dear Nomo for sharing your powerful and worthwhile thoughts.
Coyote