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