I am myself
No one else
Just me
This is it
I mean, I’m real
I breathe, I bleed, I feel pain, I feel joy
Everything blends in with each other
I can’t grasp what it is
That keeps pulling me away
I am hurt, a scar
Scars don’t go away you know
They are constantly there to remind you of the pain
So you never really forget
Your heart can scar
Just as easily as your hand or your foot or your…
And it bleeds, deep, throughout your body
So not only does your heart feel pain
But does your whole body
Your whole existence
Which relies on one organ
To pump joy, hate, hurt, pain
Whatever…
The healing process is slow
Like a snail frowning upon speed
There is this black, burning, eternal cover
That doesn’t allow me to see
I love people, I hate people
People
What an odd word
i don’t deserve this, but…
Maybe…
Will I ever know?
Will this scar ever heal?