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We are left with these scars

Proof of who we are

Razor blades make beautiful art

When you are breaking so deep inside your heart



We are left with the cuts

Proof of our real strength

Even when we feel we are done with the battle

We can make it through, even if it is with a few battle wounds





We are left with broken words and promises

Lessons to teach us that nothing lasts forever

There are shards on the edge of our hearts

From all the time it has been torn apart



We are left with less than before

Not to have it all taken away

but to keep us from becoming too greedy



We are just lost souls

Walking the streets of this world unknown

We are just all the broken hearts

We are just lost boys and girls



We are just wounded spirits

Looking for somewhere to belong

We are fallen angels

With clipped or broken wings



We are left with all our scars

As proof of who we are

Cuts and bruises by our own hand

To show any pain in the world we can withstand