Scar Tissue

I remember the time I began to question my life
What it meant, how i felt
Whether it was worth the strife

I had now been covered with a heart of scars, its true
Life had taken me hostage
A priosoner among all that i knew

An adult at just five years old
I had seen more than my mind could digest
Trapped in a world that felt so cold

It still feels this way
Though im now seventeen
Its a wonder to me that i choose to stay

I am a prisoner to my past
My soul still bleeds from all that ive seen
I hope to escape, cause the world is so vast