People leave me with these ugly scars.
They took me from strong to weak.
My army has no shields against their weapons.
I'm an isolated heart and soul.
In my mind I'm homeless.
The tears that poor down my face are a reflection of what I've been put through.
My scars won't fade, they only taunt me.
Times suppose to heal all wounds but I don't think my clock is ticking.
How can I feel so alone when I'm surrounded by so many people?
Loneliness envelopes my entire body and soul.
I'm weak again like an infant being cradled in his mother's arms.
Like a child without food in her belly I need to be made stronger.
I cry to be fed so I can grow but I only get weaker.
So still I try to become strong so the pain doesn't kill me like a spreading cancer.
I try to become strong so I can depend on myself, not the army.
I try to become strong so these scars can finally begin to fade.