I got scars by the score
The ones outside don't hurt any more.
But the ones deep inside..
..are like a road map from which..
..I can never hide.

Buried deep in the seas of my mind and my heart..
..like sunken ships.
And sometimes..I slip on the remains of a hurt
And blurt out a cry..a sigh..

I'm not alone..
..we all have that stone inside..
..upon which we crash.
When the lashing of life or the **** of a knife..
..goes deeper than the cut.
And we shut it away..lock down..okay
Not really.
Ideally we should talk..
..walk through these dark places
Meet,
..head on the faces that haunt.
Daunting that may be but I see it as the only way..
..to peace.

For the silence that booms in the night when I sleep..
..when I keep waking..shaking..it must cease.

Scars are a piece of the fabric I am.
...it was never the plan for me but that's how it's got to be
And don't think it was good..getting whacked by a 4x2 lump of hardwood..
..it was not.
Scars what I got..can't get rid..some are hid..some I put the lid on..
..but the signature of my days are shown in the never ending decay..
..Of the skin that I wear.
Whether or not it is fair..or whether you really care
It doesn't matter to me.
My scars are sunken in the sea of my life.