Scars

a poem based on my real feelings at a certain time in my life.

I'll tear my chest open

So you can see my heart

It's covered with so many scars

It should've already fallen apart

But somehow I keep it together

Sometimes it's hard to hold in place

Pain has become the needle

And disappointment; the lace



I try to hold the stitches tight

But it doesn't stop the blood

I may be able to control the leak

But it's much harder to control the flood

The leaks are not the biggest problem

I can fix those scars myself

But the floods are impossible to deal with alone

That's when I need support from someone else



I'll tear my chest open

So you can see what's really there

I'm a beautiful person despite the scars

I'm a person who still cares

The scars won't change my heart of gold

But I have a void that still needs to be filled

I need that special someone to come into my life

Someone who would be happy to help me rebuild (my heart)