an ode to the hurt and scarred

Your wrist has the wounds of a war that has left you torn, the fight you never chose.

As you mark the days in rows I can't show you or even tell you why I love you but I do and I don't even try

And as I stare at the stars I still rember them scars

I detest them so much ever so tender to the touch

I have so much to say but then starts another day

You wish for help to come but you shy away from others.

Allow me to get you out of this pain

I will take the blame

Show me how I can protect you

Show me how to get through

Let me take the cold steel

Let those old wounds heal

I will fight fight for you alone

Sit apon the your rightful throne