Scar Poem by Mathew Lewis

Like a flashing light I falter,
Just short of what I want to say,
Things are easier when I’m not myself,
When my words do not have a price to pay
For breaking out of boundaries,
And puking out my soul,
I hate to let you know
But I am not myself,
As much as I pretend
That all is quite alright,
The truth in the reality
Is that I’m losing this god damn fight,
To cry, to comprehend,
To try to heal,
To try to mend,
All of this a broken heart,
Left wide open to bleed,
Left open but that’s a start,
So hear me once again,
Nothing broken, nothing mended,
Just alone in what we are,
A sad sack of bones, and a scar.