What is a scar?
Is it something you can see?
Is it something you can touch?
Is it something you can feel?
Some things will give you scars,
marks that stain your skin.
Some places will give you scars,
just the memory of them.
Some people will give you scars,
the way they infiltrate your airspace
making it almost impossible...
to breathe.
Someone gave me scars,
but I never let them show.
But now it's out there,
and everyone knows.
I'm sorry I didn't say
how deep these scars cut me,
but I'm even sorrier
I let him scar you too.
- Author: Stained Creativity (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 29th, 2018 16:55
- Comment from author about the poem: If you ever read this, and you know who you are, just know I'm sorry. I never meant for my silence to hurt anyone.
- Category: Unclassified
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