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Scars on my hands,
On my heart, on my soul
Though the redness fades over time,
The flesh of the hideous marks remains tough

The scabs are like war wounds
Covering gaping holes and small scratches earned in battles fought
On the front lines of life
Where family, friends, and I collide

The weapons are atomic
They seen harmless as they lay dormant
Then words, actions and emotions turn deadly at the hands of an enemy

When the smoke clears, the damage is revealed
Rebuilding a life isn't easy
The scars are a constant bitter reminder
Though wounds are old,
The pain returns with each look in the mirror

Pain is a strange lover
Providing escape, offering sweet numbness
And at the same time, pushing me further and further into isolation
And self-destruction
I'm really not as dark as you may think I am after reading this, lol!
I think it was just a phase or something
RunningBear5858 Featured By Owner Jul 29, 2009  Hobbyist Writer
Ha, nothing wrong with phases. :-) Great stuff can come out of them.
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