Out of all the things that burn in my head, I froze upon destruction with words I never said. My dad had taught me sometimes there isn't anywhere to hide, especially when it was time for a goodbye. If only it was upon his arms I'd isolate and hide. Now you can see these scars when I wave. One day they'll disappear when I decay. If I were to lose, I'd never say goodbye. Some battles aren't meant to take flight. But I'll always welcome anyone in my arms. These scars have love to pass around, not a cure but the hopes of comfort wrapped around my chest. I've hurt like hell and still got some regrets. Remind me again..... who was I when everyone left? I've been so bottled up, detoxed before. Have been locked in my head. But the pain has that silence only one in particular heard clear as day. Now I'm making plans to visit her grave. I need you
"Here with me"
Mom has always been a distance further closer to me. Dad has been the one to hold me at peace. Somedays these scars reopen the mental battles that chose defeat. I wanna sing, I wanna cry, I wanna laugh, I wanna hide. Still no time for goodbyes. Just a brief wave, a waving motion in the air. I promised a destination to find, one day you'll visit me there.