I’m hurt, with the memory of my lover
I’m gone, to a distant hell
Scars do not let me go, as it has become one with me.
Leave me be, alas its too late to die in this whirlwind of a world.
Please help me, no please do not.
Oh god, don’t go, I’ve become one with it.
It kills me from the inside.
I cannot feel love or be loved,
The scars can be seen, like the fireworks on the 4th of July.
I will miss you my love, please do not miss me.
You will be in my memory always.
As you were the reason why i have the scars in the first place