These are the scars..

The ones that help me...

So I think..

The ones that help me..

Forget...

The ones that..

Care..

Each one has a purpose..

Wheather,

Fear,

Or sadness...

So lost no one can find me...

So confused,

So scared,

So don like change,

So stuck,

So the scars..

Remain..

They grow..

Over years..

And days...

So now only my sleeves can feel my pain,

Slowy they drain...

The feelings insane...

Slothy feeling the pain...

Drift away..

Until there is no more...

But for how long..

Before the pain is..

Permenatly Gone?