Too Many Scars

Who gives a s**t if it flows.

Too many scars cover my body

Some not visible to the naked eye.

Too many scars cover my soul

Some no one will ever know.

Too many scars fill my life

I hide them by being reckless

I cover them up

With sex alcohol and music

I wish I didn't have to

Hide anymore

But what's the use of others

Knowing my pain

When they don't even care.

You say it's good to share,

But is it?

I think not.

All it does is cause more internal pain

from those that don't give a s**t.

From those that get pleasure

from others pain.

From watching people die inside.

Slowly we die inside

from the disease that consumes us.

That disease is hatred.

Hatred from others

But mostly hatred for ourselves

Reviews

[Daniel88Batson]

I can relate. Love it

[Vital Signs 13]

This is beautiful. It's painful in a way that I can relate too. You're a beautiful writer, keep doing what you're doing.