There are scrapes that are shallow

and cuts that are deep

There are wounds that awaken us

and wounds that make us sleep

We are left with nothing other

than memories of yesterday

We are filled with regrets

of all the things we didn’t say

No more chances for “I love you’s”

No time left for goodbyes

Blood spills from these gashes

Like tears from one’s eyes

And the worst part of all?

These scars don’t heal

They haunt us at night

when our feelings are most real