Almost Out

The scars on our hearts,define who we are,

You're endless slashes, drunken lashes,

But still I'd thought we'd come so far,

That we'd only been burnt by the fire's ashes,

Not the flames that burn like old stars,

But I guess I was wrong,

We are still in the middle of this hell,

But we've survived this long,

And sadly we know it very well