we all wear scars

some of us, they are visible

but no one seems to care

some of us, its deep within

all the tears we hold in

some of us come home to abuse

scarred to face the back of his hand

some of us go home to the blade

and as the blood drips down our arms

we think of the life we are set to live

some of us can change it

finally speak up

some of us can only wait

living day by day

some of us cry to sleep

and re-live our nightmares

some of us sleep with eyes open

popping pills to forget

some of us, are trapped

voices in our head

some of us, finally get away

still trying to forget

 we are all scarred of tomorrow