The Scars We Don't Show

For those of you who spent hours in the bathtub, the shower hitting you with every drop, having visions of it being rain, for you who hours seemed like days and days turned into terrible decisions, for all of you - I have the answer: do I really?

There's no kindness in any type of words. Promises turn into smoke as soon they're pronounced. For those of you who still seek the right path, I respect your belief.
 

I wish I could still see clearly.
And tell right from wrong.