Scars don't heal.
Wounds do.
Scars fade,
Just like the past.

Wounds, instant pain
Short lived, they go away.

Scars, constantly there.
A constant reminder,
They never do, go away.

Battle scars that show your proof of living,
Who even said that living was easy.

Fragmented skins of what covered your blood,
Broken and teared to reveal those scars,
Open wounds, let them spill.

Spill the secrets, that not even God knows,
Reveal the truth with your pain,
Not even your cries will be heard,
For your heart no longer beats like it did before.