Have you ever seen someone's scars?

The lines on their wrists

Which are now barely visible

Each having a story of its own

Of the multiple battles they fought alone

Have you truly seen someone's eyes?

Their twinkle diminishing

With each passing day

And emptiness filling the void

Isn't it an oxymoron in itself?

You say you've seen it all

And life has been tough on you

Well have you truly lived

 If you haven't connected to someone's soul?