Are they too deep?
Is there any way I can love with them?
Must I wait for them to fade away?
Can I fall in love again, with these still visible
for you and for me?
Can I move past and create something bigger than myself.
Is there a way that I can grow?
Grow out of the scars,
the scars that are placed
on my heart, my mind and my lips
Shall it be a burden or am I just sitting in my own tears.
Is there something wrong or is this something others feel.
I feel empty from others, I push ones away, ones who I should not.
Days feel better when my bed is empty, just my skinny corpose
watching the time pass
days turning to nights.
I can’t tell anymore.
I can’t fall, for if I slip
who knows what new scars will be added?
Who knows if these scars will turn back into
Freshly cut by those who I thought loved me
like I truly loved them.
It scares you like it scares me. These scars. I am glad it does.
We can compare our scars, for maybe you’ll have some too.
Maybe our scars can fade together. Maybe we have different scars
in different places.
Do you dare?
But with these scars…
there is not much more to love.
I feel unconscious to other’s love:
I am numb to the touch,
blurred to beauty
deaf to your voice.
My heart beats. Can you hear it?