Pain;
Worse than the blade
But cuts like a knife.
If only I could
Live a perfect life.
No physical scars
But ones deep inside.
When this is all over
I shall carry them with pride.
But if this never ends,
This pain: everlasting,
I'll be dead before my time
I'm tired of just waiting.
Waiting for myself to be perfect
Waiting on my "friends" to stay
Waiting for this pain to end
Waiting for the day.
The day I want to live
The day my life turns around
The day I find that perfect someone
Then I will look away from the ground
Show them my scars
Every single one
And explain that
It can't be undone
You see,
I'm waiting for the day
That all this pain
Has gone away.
