Scars

A poem. Or so I think.

stars scream peoples name,
bringing them together
so they can whether
through the aches and pains.

sometimes people hearts scatter,
even splatter,
to the point it's hard to go on,
people start to forget what they won
only reminiscing what they had done.

And those memories attack the heart,
making it feel just like your back at the start.

Where you never heal,
And all you do is feel

Wondering if you will ever be happy,
If you will ever smile a true smile,
Or love a true love.

Where you begin to doubt the stars,
because now all your left with is scars.