I want to show you my scars
Not for you to pity me
But so you'll understand.

I'll show you the ones of my arms
From fights.
On my chest
For the heartbreaks.
On my back
For my misdeeds.

I want to show you my scars
So you'll understand.
So you will see what I've seen.
Tell you my stories.

The fights that I've had
Have made me stronger.
The heartbreaks I've endured
Have made me smarter.
The misdeeds I've made
Have made me vicious.

Let me show you my scars,
Run your fingers over them.
Listen to my stories
And feel how I've lived
Up to this point.
Can you endure as I have?
Would you accept my challenge?

My arm is covered in wounds and scars
but if you grab my heart from my chest
I'm sure you'll find so much more

I wear scars proudly
they form ruby red bracelets
and bubbled ivory emblems
stories as twisted
uninteresting
and sad
as twice smashed
roadkill

I think with half empty words
They strike clashing minor chords
They bounce and resonate in my head
With all the lies i have been fed
By people close and far
These things start to scar

Those who look to wrists
Know behind every smile
can lie a dark truth

and so
i kiss my own scars
because no one else
wants to get that close

I look at my body and see the marks of agony upon it,
Red and jagged lines that will never be erased.
I do not feel the pain anymore,
But I will always bear the scars.


The scars run deeper than my skin;
They sink into my blood,
They sear my brain,
And they bruise my soul.



My scars tell a story

That words cannot express.

They tell a tale of pain and suffering,

The kind of pain that lets you know you’re real.


The scars are what remind me
That happiness is fleeting;
They tell me that I've been let down before
And that it will happen again.


When I look down at my body
I'm not ashamed of what I see
I cherish all the memories
Those scars gave to me.



I remember the pain, the love, and the tears
That have been with me all of these lonely years.
I remember the good times and I remember the bad.
I remember that loving someone will always make me sad.



I remember that, in spite of all the pain,
There was so much joy;
The only thing that truly hurt
Was having it taken away.

Up early today.























Got the worm.