Pain
like a bleading wound
a broken heart
a gash that splits the flesh for the world to see
it comes in many forms but the hurt is all the same
sometimes you put them there other times they are forced upon you and life has no pitty.
but in time you become hard
the torn flesh mends itself and a scar where a once deep cut had lie has healed
but still, it remains for the world to see
then you pick up your life and do what you have done so many times before
move along with your held held high
cause you know deep inside no matter how bad you still hurt you have two options
and your stubborn self won't let the devil take win your soul
he must not win
because you know deep inside
that will be one scar that will never hearl
