silent scars
Outside the story is told
But inside
Is damaged most
But it`s the damage
that doesn`t show
and left is only the feeling of being
alone
abandoned
worthless
the question of guilt
is silently asked
inside it just throbs
and it is never answered
The storm clouds gather
And the prey tries to run
But the lightening always finds its target
And strikes
And strikes
And strikes
A relentless bombardment
the battle scars eventually heal
but it’s the damage left inside
that plays its game of hide
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