The-Scar-Project

Sometimes I cannot bear to breathe While others just refuse to see Just because I suffer silent in the night Does not mean my pain's hidden from sight My pain is real, and it goes deep It’s the reason I cannot sleep It’s what haunts me, but not in dreams It’s the daylight that tears at seams The day light covers me in the dark I’d be blinded by the simplest spark The option of happiness is no longer there A taste of ‘fine’ would only deepen despair I can’t fathom the ignorance others pretend While they play the role of caring friend They look in my eyes and think I’m okay But they

You see the scars across his face. A knife pulled across his cheek. You see the scars all over her body. Flames raged, her body ablaze. You see the scars on his arm. Where he slid over the tarmac. You see the scars which are her knees. With which she fell upon the floor. You see the scars over his eye. The knife took it away. You see the scars on her legs. Which she has cut so many times. You don't see the scars in their minds. Of all the words they heard.