This site is completely devoted to revealing scars, both outer and inner. It was inspired by a poem by the dork who created it, when he decided this might be a nice place for people to tell their stories or show their pain. Feel free to talk about the things that have hurt you most deeply and to post any pictures you might have (not pornography). This biography will end here for now, as it has nowhere else to go.
We Are All Made Of Scars
Bite my tongue and bleed these words For all my pleas have gone unheard A ghost that lives beneath my skin Has made me do these things again You lied and said you had the cure Some pills to numb and make me pure But to this day she haunts my dreams I hear her cries and hear her screams Can you tell me why my sister died Why father tortured her while I spied And prayed for strength to lift a finger To halt a moment so sure to linger Doctor, we are all made of scars But mine have kept me free from bars They have made me kill people I love And surely angered your Messiah above Mine are the scars that scare every man That is ok, though, since you have a plan You can make me what society needs Put a stopper on my sordid misdeeds What you do is to fill your bank account There is but one cure pain of this amount Cut my wrists and bleed this ghost I die to end my days as evils host