Scared

I know you’re scared, and it’s ok. I’m scared but I’m not afraid, I’m only crying because I’m sad for the pains we feel on the outside but I cry for the pains you feel on the inside. My scars tell stories like any, tales of wars and of bloody scar filled lies I must tell to others to keep their stomachs from turning. But your scars are not like mine, no sand or bloody bodies chasing your dreams, or have thoughts of inner demons, scars that bring tears to the touch, and a cancer that won’t die. You’re lucky because your scars shows courage against the demons that have been trying to take you for years, mine just say wrong place, wrong time.