Why are the scars still here,
I'm sorry my dear.
It's been well over a week,
They weren't even that deep.
I pull down my sleeve,
cause I don't want you to see.
I don't want you to be disappointed in me,
I don't want you to leave me.
My future may be bright,
But sorry I'm scared of the light.
I notice you glance down at my ring,
As if they knew my scares twitch and my cuts sting...
