SCARS

Scars

The scars

They don't bleed anymore 

But they are there 

Clinging to the skin 

They pain

Mild sometimes 

Being easy to avoid 

But the deep ones

.....

The solicit a void

Screaming loud within

The scars

They haven't sprouted from nowhere

But are gifted 

From the ones 

Close to the heart 

From the ones

You could never expect

The pain 

It never left

But 

I am used to it