Scars
Scars
Now when I look at my hands.
They are no more wounds now.
They are the scars, the leftovers.
These are just shallow scars
Of those deep cuts and wounds.
I don't feel the pain now.
They don't hurt me either.
But they don't let me forget
The pain I went through.
Likewise,
You are just a faded shadow
Of those deep and intense memories.
I dont feel the love now,
You don't care for me either.
But they don't let me smile,
Nor are the reason,
To strangle me anymore.