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.