its meant for me to remember.
the sharp edge and
that feeling that I didnt really feel.
but the scars showed that it really happened.
somehow it didnt hurt more than what I felt inside.
the evidence on the floor trailing behind.
panic inside my mind.
do I let it go.
or hold on.
the ghosts of my battle wounds.
in a one man war.
the sharp edge and
that feeling that I didnt really feel.
but the scars showed that it really happened.
somehow it didnt hurt more than what I felt inside.
the evidence on the floor trailing behind.
panic inside my mind.
do I let it go.
or hold on.
the ghosts of my battle wounds.
in a one man war.