I'm battered and bruised.
I've been set on fire and used.
You think our scars are different then mine but all scars are the same.
Even if mine all have a different names there all one in the same.
Im 2 tired to feel and I'm not ready to heal I'm just numb so numb I don't care anymore.
Numb to the touch numb to the core.
I may not be inked but my soul is spotted.
I have a voice that hasn't been heard just to twisted 2 knotted.
Words are so precious so I kept them to myself.
But now I unleash my words without restraint to release what's been bottled inside and kept on the top shelf.
I maybe broken but not beyond repair.
Don't try and fix me like my imperfections my cracks my scars it makes me whole.
who I've become is broken Sagittarius without a care a raven without a soul.