Scarred

A smile on the outside,
A tear lies within,
Nothing left to feel,
My heart lies in the bin.

Scars From my Knives,
Lies up upon my arm.
The pain turns numb,
Leaving me steady and calm.

I Was once left in pain,
But Now I'm left to fly.
My soul has been freed,
To see threw its own eyes.

The person I once was,
Has now completely gone.
No longer to be seen,
As the new me has been born.

God created this life,
But he made it so damn hard.
He didn't have to make me sad,
And leave me hurt and scarred.

The Creator of this earth,
Made life a living hell.
How life screwed us over,
Is A story we all have to tell.