My scars aren't all visible,
They go deeper in my soul,
Shoving them is impossible,
Understanding them even more.
I feel like I am thousands of years old,
Tired and tortured through ages,
Memories faded and bold,
Not showing all my spirits stages.
Later on I am feeling broken,
Knowing that some things aren't right,
Things are for me going wrong,
Again I cannot sleep at night.
Feeling more lonely every morning,
Waking up older and heavier,
Burden is what is my knowing,
And it doesn't get easier.
I am the possession of me,
I am my rightful owner,
I am the of me,
Still I don't know what I am.
Written by: Heavy