There are wounds
Uncared for
Uncalled for
Didn't they turn into scars
Why does it still feel
Recent?
The blood doesn't
Go that way anymore
The pain doesn't
Bother me anymore
I've learnt to be with it
It feels like a long ago
When I was given the
Slashes and burns
But sometimes they
Talk, like an old friend
I've just met
They hold a story
One I don't tell anymore
They remind me
Of a home
One I don't have anymore
I became something
I was never meant to be
I grew, better and distant
I changed to call the
Man in the mirror a lie
Yes, I was a broken tale
I gripped those pieces
The time did the rest
I stood and I got away
New forests to scavange
Newer shores to dive
Something better to live
Rather than stay there and die.
