I have scars on me, on my wrist near the veins
Beneath my shirt as I once bestowed upon myself
Unwillingly, yet not to the depth, as a coward then
But a hopeful act nevertheless.
I have scars underneath this loathing skin
On damaged organs due to long nights
Or empty bottles and packs of smokes
And the scars do pain, even when I don't cut myself anymore.
It's been years since I took a scalpel to hand
And years since I left it all, to just keep myself here
With no hope of course, but to see it through, how much more I can bear
But with not much help around, it feels like fear.
I want someone to touch my scars and move her soft hands on them as I break down
I want to rest on her shoulders and let it go, because this life doesn't seem like my own
I want her to hold me tight for every time I walked away, never to give me a reason to do again
I want someone to kiss me on my head, and stop all the ramblings that don't go dead.
I need her in my life, not because I can't be alone
Alone is all I have, all I had for scores of years now,
But when it all ends, and the sleep comes at night
My scars burn again, pulling me back without a fight.
I need her face, to wake me up, her soft hair down my cheeks as I smile for once
I need my life to be mine, and that's all I want
No gold or science can ever get me there
And till I get her, words are all I have, as they're made fun of by my 'peers'.
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