What they don’t know

They think it’s so easy

But they don’t understand

What you forget is never forgotten

And the past always seems to come back

The day becomes dark

The sky cries with you

As you lay there

Cold and alone

With the company of your pain

And even then

You force the pain to come

With every stroke

A mark is left

For everyone to judge

You conceal them at first

But as time passes

You lose interest

And you let your stripes hang loose

In the air

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