Ink & Scars

Yeah. Uh. It won't show many people that I love me Enough. Yeah, uh. Pages torn, my life's a diary bleeding. Ink spills steady, every word still needing. A hand to hold or a shoulder to lean. But I write alone, a ghost in the scene, Yeah. Scars on the surface, tattoos in the soul, Uh. Each line a knife twist, stories untold, Uh. The mirror don't lie, but it don't console, Yeah. Wounds don't close, they just swallow you Whole, uh. Ink and scars, I'm living these bars, uh. Pain in my pen, still reaching for stars. Write my name in the dark, let it shine In the void, This life's a poem, Every page destroyed, yeah. Clouds hang low, sky heavy with doubt, uh. The rain's my applause when the words spill out, Uh. Tears smudge the ink, emotions run wild, Uh. Pain's a playground, and I'm the lost child, Uh. Memories etched like graffiti on brick, Uh. Time don't erase, it just makes you sick, Uh. Each step forward drags chains of the past. But I'm dancing in the rubble, built to outlast, Uh. Who am I without the hurt and the Stains? Uh. A blank page, nothing learned, Nothing gained, uh. So I thank the chaos, the nights that I Cried. Without the struggle, my soul's just a lie, Yeah.