After being gone and away for so long,
You return to where you’ve been and try to forget anything was ever wrong.
But everyone starts asking you a million questions.
Like where you went and trying to get some kind of confession.
And while you’re trying to keep calm
And not be overwhelmed,
You move the hair from your eyes,
And make up some story to get them to buy the lies.
But when you reach your hand up to your head,
One of your many bracelets moves and shows the red.
The scars appear in their vision,
You look at those people, and while making a decision,
You beg with all your eyes can say,
To not say a word, and to just let the memory slip away.
But they just stare at you,
Because to them, you’re not the same person, you’re someone new.
And you slowly break away, creating some distance.
The memories flood back and you wish you would’ve ruined your existence.
And you slowly fall apart.
Feeling the crack and the breaking within your heart,
You slowly take off each bracelet, one by one.
To allow their eyes to see that you left a scar instead of using the gun.
And enable them to know,
Your smile wasn’t real, it was just a show.
And your laugh wasn’t genuine,
And you had fallen victim to self harm upon your skin.
But most importantly,
They knew that the person they’d been thinking had it all,
Wasn’t ever perfect at all.