I am told I am beautiful, happy and bold
but am i all these things i am told...

The scars my only friends
they remind me of who i was...

I cough up the words i could not speak
when my lips were closed shut...

So carve my name into a tree inside a heart
like the long lost lovers we will never be...

Her arm a tree
being carved...

The world does not accept that behind ever pretty...
sure you may have some good memories. but it isn't...

Your words clutter me
like a room with no windows...

Im an addict
not to drugs or alcohol...

Shes a fake
hiding behind a smile...

I cried you cried
you told me you'd change...

I am dropping
lower than my lowest low...

Hope--4 letters one meaning.
the courage to continue...