Battle Scars By Paradise Fears Lyrics Novels & Stories

Dear baby bird Dear sparrow You look alot like me when I lost my wings Dear baby bird don't be discouraged maybe freedom doesn't come in touching the sky Chorus You can fly in the ocean You can soar in your soul you don't need wings to feel free Dear baby bird Dear sparrow Don't feel pressure I know you just wanted to heal Dear sparrow Just hush now may be freedom comes when We don't need to make a sound You can fly and the ocean You can soar in your soul You don't need wings to feel free I know you can fly Dear sparrow Dear baby bird Dear sparrow You look a lot like me When I lost my wings " Scars to your beautiful " by Alessia Cara She just wants to be beautiful She goes unnoticed, she kno

I took my fingernails and raked them across my own arms, reopening the scars that the layer was trying to heal. The reaction was a Visual Crash. The white quartz floor cracked under the "Ugliness" of my blood. The jasmine-scent turned into the smell of a wet, angry wolf. The melodic song of my voice turned back into a raw, jagged snarl. "I AM THE QUEEN OF THE SCARS!" I shrieked, the White Light of the Origin erupting from my wounds not as a sun, but as a Staining Ink. I didn't strike the Idol with a blade. I Smeared her.

I turn it over, I turn it over I loved and I loved and I lost you I loved and I loved and I lost you I loved and I loved and I lost you And it hurts like hell -Cut by Plumb I’m not a stranger No, I am yours With crippled anger And tears that still drip sore A fragile flame aged With misery And when our eyes meet I know you’ll see I do not want to be afraid I do not want to die inside just to breathe in I’m tired of feeling so numb Relief exists I find it when I am cut I may seem crazy Or painfully shy And these scars wouldn’t be so hidden If you would just look me in the eye I feel alone here and cold here Though I don’t want to die But the only anesthetic that makes me feel anything kills i

I finish And then I move again Faster Stronger More dangerous than I have ever been Because this is no longer just a fight This is the moment everything changes And I am done being hunted Now I am the one they should fear

Her chest and torso bore a multitude of intersecting scars, a painful reminder of the brutal attack she had endured. Unable to bear the weight of her curiosity, she turned her gaze towards her back, praying that the mirror would reveal a different truth. But her hopes were shattered as she caught sight of another set of claw marks, etched into her skin, extending from her shoulders down to the small of her back. Tears cascaded down her face, mirroring the anguish she felt deep within her soul.

Touch the balcony doors—locked. Touch the windows—bulletproof. Touch the walls—solid. No way out. I’m trapped. Completely. Utterly. Trapped. Tears burn again. I blink them back. I won’t cry. Not again. Not for him. But they come anyway. Silent. Hot. Streaming down my face. Because I’m scared. Terrified. Not just of him. Of me. Of what I’ll do. Of what I’ll become. How long can I fight before I give in?

Panic, real and raw, cracked through the surface. “What the fuck?” His voice broke, low and raw. “Where did they shoot you? Why didn’t you tell me? I swear to God—I’ll kill every one of those bastards.” I stepped back from him, needing the distance. “I dragged myself back to you,” I said. “Bleeding. Dizzy. Barely standing. When I saw the casino sign, I thought, finally—I’m safe. I made it home. Back to my boyfriend.” My voice tightened. “But then I saw you. Holding Amy. Walking right past me like I didn’t exist.”

See, with your eyes, heart, It was you, the wound, scars and blood, Hear, I'm calling out, Don't block me, I'll shout more loud, Oh, don't you know, My breath, my heart was taken away, Without my knowing, stolen from days, It was you, the thief who left me on bay, I'm begging, on my knees, Stop, don't move, don't dare to leave, Oh, don't you know, My pride, lust and every last breath, I give it up, block it out, It was you I wanted, till life and even after death, I'm fighting, bleeding free, Don't go, who else will help me heal?

she started dressing my wound I didn't said anything after that I went back to my room but her words are still rotating in my head why no one till today said to me iam wrong is it because they are scared of me am I really beast but who cares what iam how iam and why iam like this did anyone cared about me till today did anyone cared how iam being till today no one cared but everyone judges me why what did I do can anyone say why iam like this all I want to do right now is cry and scream and let it all out because its killing me inside ""the night turns into the day the day then turns to night but my life never turns to bright from darkness there is not a single thing to do everything looks o

Lauren gazed into the mirror as she peeled off her clothes, not wanting to miss a single sight of it. The once white bandages that had been wrapped on her back now had a hue of red. She sighed and even when she knew it would earn her scolding from Malcolm, she slowly peeled the bandage off her back closing her eyes at the gory sight that greeted her. Her eyes teared. She didn’t believe it was this bad. And Bryan had seen it too? It made her sob more. She didn’t want him to end up having trauma because of her. She was used to it after all.