Staring At The Sun

Staring up into the sun
Letting my self go blind 
Making my self numb
To anything I'd ever find
Self inflicted wounds
Make for a patchwork story
I don't want to be pitied
I'm not singing the song of poor me
I'm just cruising through life
I stop to smell the roses
But all too often I'm pricked by the thorns
And nursing bloody noses
 I love life , just getting used to all the pain it causes
Battle scars from a war fought long and hard
Warpaint in pain 
A bruise for every ounce 
Of knowledge I've obtained
A broken heart
For every one I tried to love
A Scratch and cut 
From all the times I've been shoved
A kick to the chin 
When I try to view what's beyond
If you don't mind
I'm going back to staring at the sun

By LukeCoomer (c)