The scar tells a story;
A story so deep.
One so profound
Of only pain and grieve.
The person withholding it,
Holds it with shame
But somewhere deep inside
Feels worthy and brave
For he can now share
What he felt and dealt
But when it comes to telling
He gets run over and angry.
He looses his temper
Thinking how he survived
And how in the end,
He had friends by his side.
For the people are stubborn.
Stubborn and weak.
And sooner or later will soon start to freak
For they will learn
What was once learned
End up in the hospital
With only drinks and shrinks.
It doesn’t mean to stop
It doesn’t mean to pull away
Just keep a steady hand
For the trip might be long
And keep a strong heart
For it might be caught
Caught in this ghastly fight
For what we once lost.
