If every scar could write a story, then inside of me lies a book. If ever I dare dig deep enough, to take a proper look.
To put pen to paper, and bring to life, Past and Pain, to scribble out and exchange, Words for Scars. Reality and Truth. To risk my foundations shaking, my earth, Quaking. and leaving me roofless seems Ruthless.
If every scar could write a story, then inside of me lies a book. If ever I dare dig deep enough, to take a proper look.