There are three types of scars
Two ones none too deep, the other count on it to scar
For like"if" it's stays, and "if only" will lead to the scenarios in my mind and nothing else to apply, leave me broken and sad, none too happy to comply.
Where is it I wish I could name it,
Where is it I wish I could place it.
This feeling "might have" only been in my mind, then forced upon, no wonder you ran, but yet filling up the space in my chest, I thought you were dead.
But you're just a ghost
Old and rusted covered in moss,
That's what it looked like at most.
Why did I ever make a fuss.
Such sad eyes, mouth full of poison I crave.
Nobody knows, and I will renegade the walls someday,
Sorrow in the faress path, shifted faraway.
Faces in water reflecting what could've been.
Where I belong, this time I've been lying to myself, nobody knows.
Take me home alive, I'm done in search of my safe place.
Nobody knows where is it, my happy place, the walls are falling apart, until then I will renegade with the world.
©hucklberie
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