I share my thoughts with paper and pen.
I heal this way my scars.
I carry the shards of broken dreams,
but can never carry them far.
They look at me with amazed gaze,
I can't look back but stride.
I take every step forward,
to gain back my lost pride.
I heal this way my scars,
those pains which cut deep.
That feeling of burnt soul,
that writhing of slaughtered sheep.
I share my thoughts with paper and pen.
I spread my voice unheard.
I heal this way my scars.
