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When I talk about scars
I mean the kind
that are on your heart,
and on your mind.
The kind of scars that are on
a lot of us;
that keep us from relaxing
and kill our trust.
We can't stay still,
we can't keep calm.
Because we can't help but panic
when we do something wrong.
We panic out of fear;
fear of the punishment that will ensue,
when we make the mistake
of doing something we shouldn't do.
These scars don't fade.
They barely heal.
We try to ignore the pain,
but it's just too real.
They say all wounds
are healed by time.
But to these wounds,
time is not kind.
These scars hurt,
and they cut deep.
They are something we don't want,
but, nevertheless, keep.
Don't scar someone.
Please, just be kind.
Don't cause them any more pain
on their heart or mind.
And when I say scars,
I mean the ones
that cause mental stress
and emotional problems.
People break down;
they cry and the bawl.
They even break or throw things
against the wall.
No one should suffer,
or go through that pain.
Yet people scar others,
and with nothing to gain.
That's the sick thing about it;
those people who think
that it's okay to hurt other poeple,
and to push them to the brink.
The brink of insanity,
where you go when you feel
as if no one wants to help you.
As if no one wants you to heal.
No one should suffer,
or got through that pain.
Yet people scar others,
and with nothing to gain.
And when I talk about scars
I mean the kind
that are on your heart,
and on your mind.