Would she love me
Hold my hand tightly
If she could see the scars
Beneath my skin
Torn,
Emotions,
Blooded,
Beneath the surface
I am whole like a picture
On the surface
But under crawls,
Agony,
Hurt,
Regret,
It tears me to pieces
I sleep I am again whole,
Then I awake
And I am slowly
Like torture torn to pieces
Once again,
Could she, would she see
Beyond my scars, and try to
Love me,
Or will the emotions
Bury her,
"I love her so dearly"
But can scars be healed that are never seen.