The Eternal Scars

Right in the hush of the night,
staring at the pitch-dark ceiling,
can't feel anything but astray.
What's all this agony about?
Why do these cuts surface?

You may disguise the wrinkles.
You can shroud those guilts,
or even mount a friendly mask.
But you can't live like that ever.
These scars just enter the picture,
even if you beg not to occur.

The past you always want to wrap,
now seem aim to vex your rest.
What if you can't fix these things?
What if you can't let them go,
those causing you these damages?
What if the only option tomorrow,
is to bear the pain and shame?

There must be no more time waste,
yet the silly pursuit of happiness,
let alone any façade of friendliness.
Those scars won't just fade away,
even if you gag them all the way.

Don't try to escape the woe,
but go embrace it with pleasure.
Then you may lie down to sleep,
although your heart will still bleed.
But remember this in your belief,
always other friends in the history,
who'll keep your being in one piece.