Some wounds never heal
No matter how much time you give it
The most you can do is conceal
The scars of the war that made you submit
A jab to the heart
A painful reminder
Tearing me apart
Shredding hope like a grinder
A Nightmare that you wish to forget
But somehow it still haunts you
Jerking awake, covered in sweat
Traumatic memories blurring the view
But some wounds never heal
No matter what cure you find
Pain is all that you can feel
The cost you pay for being kind
The hollow feeling
Eating my heart out
Seems impossible healing
In the silence, I shout
What did I do to deserve this all?
Crawled through hell at such a young age
It was so unfair and wicked, that fall
My heart is pounding inside its cage
But some wounds never heal
No matter how brave you pretend to be
Even if with Satan you make a deal
Nothing can ever set you free
It's burned into your mind
Engraved on your arm
Reads 'Life is unkind'
No mercy, just harm
Making a kid go through it all
Fate is totally unfair and cold
On the surface, the cuts appear so small
But are deeper than the secrets one can hold
I guess some wounds never heal
No matter what you do
A clean band-aid and an enriched meal
Still stained with blood is every tissue
Although I know it's no use, I still get down on my knees and appeal
Although I know it will never happen, this wound, I try my best to heal
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