Scars - Night Owls

If you find this notebook

please don’t read it

I got so much off of my chest.

But I didn’t mean it.

I’ve learned so much from all these scars

I’ve grown and they’re starting to feel like wounds again.

I can’t keep from picking at the scabs, I know what happened

but I can’t help but feel this is all my fault.

This is all my fault.

Will time heal all our wounds?

I can’t sleep but I still wake up.

Will time heal all our wounds?

Once my eyes dry I promise I’ll keep them wide.

I’ll swim upstream before I let the tides decide for me.

I’m sorry I thought I’d be so much stronger than this.

I’ll swim upstream.

Can’t you see I learned so much from all these scars?