TW-SH (as always i guess)

My heart is full of scars

My mind’s a battle ground

But nobody sees that

I want to cry out in pain but nothing hurts

What’s wrong with me?

Nobody see’s my my heart of torn up mess

Nobody knows I’m losing this war

Instead they see lines

Thick open red ones

Thin white strokes

Each a story

A story of distress

When I’ve carved out my flesh

Created canyons of red

And rivers of blood

A reflection of my heart

The battle wounds that don’t show

I bring them visible

A scream for help

I match the scars of my heart