Scars

These scars remind me that the past is real, for i tore my heart open just to feel.
Now my heart is broken and now i just bleed, for all I've done i have nothing to see.

The wounds are deep,
the pain is real,
and all i feel,
is a deathly reveal.

To not want to live, for each day i see what i don't want to see, a permanent scar that lies on your forehead.
Of where we had been, and all the beauty of your eyes, they seem to fade as the scars grow deeper and deeper.

The scars are real,
these things i feel.
Was i out of my mind or was it something i just couldn't find.