Scars

My mind is more scarred than my body

The odds of me living through this is shoddy

No one understands why I just can’t deal

They don’t understand my desire not to be real

I have lived through nightmares and crazy

I’ve woke up weeks later still hazy

There are things no one should see

Then you’ll end up just like me

Trying your damnedest to play pretend

Acting like you’re really on the mend

While the voices get louder and the thoughts race

That reflection in the mirror is what you can face

The marks on my body I can take

The scars on my soul are what breaks

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