Can you feel my pain ?

Bruises will fade.
(Use my emotions as a barricade)
Cuts will heal.
(Try to pretend it’s not real)
Tears will dry.
(Ask myself why)
But scars won’t go away.
(I have nothing more to say)
The hurt won’t go away
No it isn’t okay
Not now, not today
I have nothing more to say...

I'm numb
Tired of fighting
Nothing changes
It only gets worse
I am nothing, a delusion, in a crazy world
Now I'm a pile of scars,
A pile of hurt
There's no longer hope
I'm sorry
Death
Blood
Pain

Orchidée noire

Parfum de silence

The scars I bear are deep and painful
They hold memories of lost fights and hurtful words
Perhaps a physical scar would hold much more appeal
For the pain from the wound eventually fades...

Unseen scars never heal
Never eased of their pain
Longing to be seen, they can not
Unseen scars never heal
There are lies which no mask can hide...

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Who cares ?

I shall smile
Sweetened and fake
I shall live
Through all this heartache
I shall hide my scars
From the pain I feel
I shall pretend I'm alright
I shall be happy
And tell I'm okay
While I sit here dreading
Me living one more day
I shall hide my face
As my heart inside
Burns to nothing and cries
I'll act as if it doesn't hurt
While inside I'm turning blue

Slow eyes fall to a sunken sun
Desolate and broken
A slow sinks and fades to black
The shadows are awoken...
Memories flood like light
Forgotten pain, shared once more
Scars flare, just like before...

Orchidée noire

A la lueur de ma flamme, je crève...

Cuts, skin deep, as deep as beauty lies
The blood runs down my face
The pain I keep, it lives as it dies
So trully full of grace

Air, it's gone, but still it fills my veins
My lungs lack what they need
Guilt, it shone, locked down with chains
Once again, I watch them bleed

Innocence, absent, I wanted to be set free
But they kept me behind bars
My mind, has bent
The pain is in me
But it's all hidden behind these scars...

Orchidée noire

I don't care, no more...

Too many scars
Too many to count
Represent my wars
That no one cared about
They show my pain
They give real evidence
They give the real me away
They're here when I don't make sense
They're here to show me my hate
Botteled deep down inside
They read of nothing but pain
Made from what keeps me alive
Blood drips from my arm
Trickles to finger tips
Didn't mean to alarm
Just wanted all out of this
So as I lie here alone
Blood pooling about me
Now just leave me to bleed
And I'll leave you to consume
Whatever's left of my soul...

Orchidée noire