I read the words I've written in the past
They bring back horrors that forever last
I'm a canvas of profanity
Because the pain has driven me to insanity
I used to wish up the stars
Praying from near to far
But all the wishing and praying I've done
Couldn't stop the pain when it had begun
The scars I've made are forever etched in my skin
Showing the places that I've been
Hell gave me those bruises that I didn't care to hide
Because the pain of them was worse on the inside
I took away all the shame and disgrace
When I planted that fake smile on my face
But still I must bottle up it all
When I read those words; when the past I recall
