Scars And Tears

Scared. And cold. But okay.

Trepidation.

why can't i hear you scream
well all i see are the inflictions
why do all good things come to an end
the sparkle fades
then you see the real me

perhaps i should hide from myself
perhaps i should hide from divinity
hidden place
should i hide from you

if you ever imagine yourself happy
you're so distant
and i know it's my fault
everything is, everything that matters to me

touch your scars
hear your screams
taste your tears

then you see the real me