Scars bind me to you,
like thread binds the books on my shelf
No, the words on the page aren't routed in hate,
but the lines on my wrist aren't routed in love
A mirror holds so much truth,
but what you're telling me is lies
Can't you see the pain I endure to please you?
Yet the blood still can't wash it away
So I lace on a smile like I do on my shoes,
it didn't fool her, though
Seems my facade is cracking like your glass,
I won't shatter, though
I will be stronger than you,
and though it is my scars that bind
I won't conceal you like I do them,
because you're the reminder of what needs to be washed away.
Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 5:35 AM UTC
Scars bind me to you,
like thread binds the books on my shelf
No, the words on the page aren't routed in hate,
but the lines on my wrist aren't routed in love
A mirror holds so much truth,
but what you're telling me is lies
Can't you see the pain I endure to please you?
Yet the blood still can't wash it away
So I lace on a smile like I do on my shoes,
it didn't fool her, though
Seems my facade is cracking like your glass,
I won't shatter, though
I will be stronger than you,
and though it is my scars that bind
I won't conceal you like I do them,
because you're the reminder of what needs to be washed away.
I wrote this for a friend I love dearly. Get better, beautiful girl.
