Scars
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.
