Fading scars are the scariest ones.
Meaning held in little lines.

I'm getting better
I don't even care
I'm proud of what I've been through
I'm letting depression take over
I want to show my past
I'm giving up
I'm getting stronger
People can think the worst of me

These thoughts come from the babies.
The white on tan skin.

Growing scars are the scariest ones.
Meaning held in scarred skin.

I've been through so much and won
No one can save me
I'm putting trust in you
Days can't protect me
I'm trusting myself
I hate myself

Grown up scars scream at me.
The puffing purple lines.

Every scar on my body tells stories.
Of the hatred I have felt.
Of the love I crave.

Healing scars telling me of the change.
But they do not tell how.