If the scars you left me

Were physical, you'd see me

In the hospital.

But they're mental scars

So I'm seeing stars

In my head.

You hurt me so bad

But if it made you glad

Then it's okay.

But it's not making me heal

The fact that you're there, you're real

And your smile just depresses me

You'll never catch me crying

And you'll never see me dying

But it happens.

And you'll never see me afraid

Or see me taking some sort of aid

But I get scared too.

And you'll never see my scars

You'll never see my head stars

But they're there.

So I'll choke on my own tears

Choke on my own fears

And just die.