insipid scarsMy skin is peeling away Leaving behind all these insipid, weeping scars I always cry for what I used to have I miss my skin holding me in Damning me and Keeping me from overflowing Because my insides are charred and splintered They have sharp edges that keep Stinging my fingertips and lips And I’m scared that one day you’ll really see me And hate me as much as I do For all these things I've done My will is fading The damning has broken way I just hope you love me enough to ignore all these scarsinsipid scars
