Poems
Each scar tells a story that nobody knows
You see, just take a look at my arms...
A tale, a story unfolds beneath my clothes,
Of the scratches, the cuts and the burns...
This mark right here, my mother gave to me
A birthmark is all I have left of her.
Just a stranger that left, when I was three
Every memory is just a painful blur.
This blemish right here, just a faint memory,
Of my early childhood years.
I grazed my skin, running wild and free,
It's a reminder of childhood fears.
This burn, oh dear what a memory it is,
When things began to fall apart.
I smoked my years, my life away like this,
Learning to fix my broken heart.
This deep scar, a flashback, I was all alone
It's my fight with my own self.
It's a time where the hospital was my home
A time I couldn't love myself.
Those flaws you see, are reminders of me.
They're a battle I have yet to win.
Underneath our skin, which eye can't see
Is a beauty we all have within.
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When tomorrow starts without me
And the sky cries bitter tears
When the pain has coloured beauty
And we question why we're here
When tomorrow starts without me
And you hold a broken heart
When your mind is all but debris
And you try not to fall apart
When tomorrow starts without me
Don't think that we're ever apart
When you recall all the memories
I'll be right there in your heart
So when tomorrow starts without me
And an angel takes me by the hand
When I am no longer broken or empty
And I am finally happy in a far away land
When tomorrow starts without me
And the pain has faded away
I'll sit and happily wait for you here
So don't cry, I'll see you someday