It's etched upon my skin, scars I can't unsee. No matter the time that separates past, ugly is what I've come to be.  

Bold fury that once hit its mark, it's now burned into my very being. All the abuse for my own good, something I was to afraid of seeing. 

Worthless was always the word, used to describe who I am. Even to hear it now, truly crumbles who I am. 

Time can ease a lot of things,  but life just wears me down. I can't help the things I think, when he's not around..

I wish I was a hero, who rose to heartfelt glory. But really I'm just broken, and surviving is my life story.