Scars Are My Skin

A step in my shoes,
How long will it take to break?
Desolate views,
Is it a way of life or just a mistake?

It was just after my birthday,
When my heart finally did sink,
I threw my life away,
When my mind would not stop to think.

I was wrecked and broken,
All blood stained again and again,
Now I'm always over spoken,
And the scars I now call my skin.

I live through this,
So alone and forsaken,
I never thought I'd miss,
The days when I was only mistaken.

As my life goes,
I've forgotten how to feel,
All these cuts that won't close,
And these wounds that will never heal.

And I get through it,
On your wings of light,
I can almost now forget,
How I've repeatedly lost the fight.

Now a smile is always right there,
It has shown to be all worth it,
Someone for I can always care,
And finally I know the meaning of perfect.

Even after going days without food,
And days without sleep,
I owe you so much more than gratitude,
For I am no longer skin deep.