They tell you to never look back,
To be afraid of what you would find,
But maybe they just don’t want you to know,
What you running froms  all in your mind

Scars are like memories,
and tattoos.
when you fall,
when your heart breaks,
and when your best friend turns their back on you.
it leaves scares that hurt every time you think about it.
it's a memory that will stick
in your head.
it's in the past but it comes back and bites.
it's a tattoo because it's a memory
that hurts,
but doesn't disappear.
It never does.
When you see it so vividly,
you sometimes regret what led you
to the scar that is a memory
that leaves an imprint in
your life's history.

My first high
Take me back
to my first high,
to the first time,
that he and I,
sparked a bit,
of indica,
bloodshot red eyes,
take more hits,
to revisit,
before we split,
And life changed in a blink of an eye
take me backwards,
reverse time,
to my brother and I,
to my first high.

His dark eyes
held,
galaxies in them,
But she didn’t mind,
Because she loved stargazing

Inside of your mind and body
A numbing occurs
You feel shallow
So shallow
Like a lowering tide
As if the oceans will dry up
Forcing you and the fish to choke on air

But at least you'll have something in common right ?

It hurts
They don’t tell you that it hurts,
That your chest gets too tight and aches,
And your lungs gasp and scream for air,
While your throat stings and your eyes swell,
And burn from scalding tears,
That you can’t stop no matter how much you want too.
They don’t tell you that your muscles scream the next day from tensing up so much,
They don’t tell you that there’s no way to stop them,
They don’t tell you that they don’t just affect your body they overtake your mind.
Every fear, every small worry magnified until they’ve grown into a panic crushing you under its weight.
It weighs so heavily on you all day
There’s pain in your heart, in your mind, until it finally goes away, not today not tomorrow next week or month but slowly with time