what if just for one day you felt safe.
other people surround you but its just a sea of faces.
you dance alone because no one can see your pain.
realizing that the people can only see the scars on the outside.
they move further away not wanting to find out why,
the mapwork of scars is etched into your wrist.
each one telling a story of a battle that was won.
they just don't take the time to believe that you need a light,
that scars run much deeper than the surface... |
