Scars of Misery

Past cuts & fears,
Id Gaze up as I'm down
Theirs tears.

The dirt burned my skin
as I'm to the ground
I was lost & forgotten
& no where to be found

As beaten as I was There were
thoughts to be bound

my mind seen; what thought
May- be, a wonderful place to be.
only because those cuts were made by me.

Misery can be prevented but
only if vented.