Everyday

You had bruises on your back today.
you felt my pain.
But your scars will heel,
and mine wont,
on my heart
forever,
they will remain.

Your skin will turn pink,
as it has always has been,
you will recover,
and then you will forget
about today,
the day you felt a pain like mine.

But I still feel it,
I feel it everyday.

How did it feel?
Did you like the pain?
Did you enjoy the hurt?
But for you it is okay,
because your scars will go away
and mine will remain.


Wont they?