Permanent Scars

The worlds on fire but we’re still smiling
Though it’s all our fault
But life is short so we resort to laughing through it all
It’s the battle within the good and the sin
With both sides standing strong

It’s our permanent scars
It’s how broken we are
It’s the things that hurt us all
But isn’t it beautiful
The way we fall apart

So unpredictable
We’re comfortably miserable
We think we’re invincible
Completely unbreakable
And maybe we are

Stoic Poetry


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