There are scars that run
From elbow to wrist
Giving my life story
A dark, bloody twist
I was always the girl
Lost in the dark
Searching for anything
That resembled a spark
I’m still standing here
Alive, and aching
From all the smiles
I’ve been faking
I miss the shadows
That I called home
Without them I feel
So very alone.
@oswlek Mar 2022
This is so honest and piercing that it's hard to read. I'm glad you found an outlet and hope it's enough to keep you rolling and somewhat optimistic.
BTW, I know I didn't get to the other pieces that inspired me, but they are still there, waiting to be recorded, if you are open to it. You will, of course, receive full credit for your lyrical prowess. :)
@cts Mar 2022
After reading this one, I was reminded of someone who was always in a state of "not well" even though he appeared to be "functional". I asked him one day if he enjoyed the darkness, if you will, and I recall with vivid detail the tears in his eyes when he said, "it's the only place that's real to me." Thankfully he's still around, but your words here underscore a deep truism.