In the shadows, where the lost ones dwell,
I’m chained to memories, trapped inside hell.
Physical wounds, they weather the grind,
But the scars of the heart, they linger and bind.
Each cut that I bear, like a badge of despair,
Tells a tale of the battles, the burdens I wear.
Pain never goes away, it haunts like a ghost,
I’d rather have darkness than the grief that I host.
Physical scars fade in time, they tell my strife,
But emotional wounds, the thieves of my life.
In the mirror, reflections start to betray,
The scars on my skin, they fade in a way, ...