Labyrinth Of Scars

I was a functioning addict

'til nobody noticed my new aesthetic.

I wore my heart on my sleeve so bold and unafraid

But I made sure it covered the scars underneath my blade.

I did everything I could to hide from my friends and family,

And then got pissed off that they couldn't see

The war waging inside of me

That nobody did anything to stop it, so even I just let it be.

I kept everybody I knew at an arm's length,

I listened as they talked to me, but I didn't have the strength

To reciprocate, so I wore a mask,

Because I couldn't display my ruined parts.

My hobbies became my stress-inducers and talking to my friends became a chore,

I left myself to rot in peace while bleeding out on the floor.

I chased shadows in the moonlight, knowing I was losing the fight,

I briefly considered that the end of the tunnel might have no light.

Is it romantic how all my elegies eulogise me?

I keep rising from the dead, but every time I feel more empty.

The echoes of my past haunt every step I take,

As I navigate this labyrinth forged by my mistakes.

Enough time has passed, so everybody expects me to bounce right back,

Even though my bandages are fresh from the attack,

I can do it with a broken heart, but I'm missing some pieces,

I'm still trying to find them before the pain increases.

"It only hurts this much right now", I tell myself all the time,

I'm still trying to fake it till I make it, and fit society's paradigm.

The plane is going down, but I can turn it right around.

Long story short, one day I'll rise above the ground.

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