Scars, Stitches & Sedatives

Going along in this world of hate
Where every little flaw seeks to penetrate
Whats left to do when you know the truth?
When everyday you get older you wish for your youth
Too many wounds left open for death
And overdosed morphine injected breathes
all of the emotions that seek to destroy
Will never rest alone like a forgotten toy
With so many ways for the mind to medicate
It will never be possible to survive at this rate
In the end nothing at all will seem relative
Except for all the scars, stitches, and sedatives