Painting my scars on the black board.
It pains me to see them slowly vanish from my skin,
while the pain from within stays the same.
and while i'm not scared of going away,
I'm scared of not having made an impact.
Some people do great things and their imprint on the world make them immortal.
I wish i could dig my nails into humanities skin,
creating the same scars as the once on my arms.
then i would let my pain vanish into nothingness
while the marks remain away of reach.