Skin Deep

My scars go so much further than Skin deep
Cried so many tears on my pillow, my bed became a river to me
Depression took me hostage, will I ever be free?
My scars go so much further than Skin deep

Is it really a talent to be able to speak about my pain in rhyme form?
Not sure which is worse, the weather I'm walking through, or my minds storm
I'm trying to look at everything I became blind from 
Been counted out by everyone I spent my time on 

Loved the wrong ones, gave chances to those who didn't deserve
Tried to heal everyone even if it added to my own hurt 
I began to accept my own scars but was forced to stand alone
Never thought the darkness would be the main feature of a mans home 

Girls come and go, was my excuse for being promiscuous
Every night leaving the club with different chicks
My mind is lost but that's not what I'm thinking with
The world don't like to see beyond the fake smile, so maybe I shouldn't be inking this

My scars go so much further than Skin deep
Cried so many tears on my pillow, my bed became a river to me
Depression took me hostage, will I ever be free?
My scars go so much further than Skin deep
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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