Morn My Changes

I look into the sea of scars that lie upon my wrists

did i want this?

i look into the photo of a sweet bright eyed child

what would she think of me?

hopefully she'll never learn that those dreams of hers were false

i'm not good enough to make them real

but pain is real
as real as scars

scars they cannot lie
the path they show is strong

as strong as i once was
as strong as i wish i could be now

i'm not that child with hunger in her eyes
the want to just know more

the want has changed
the eyes now glazed

except one tear

to morn the child i once was