"Doubt was here."
Carved the first scar.
It weakened a big portion
of your mind
It made you think low about yourself
But it made you pursue
And the scar is fading
A part of the darkening past.

"Fear was here."
Marked the second scar
It occupied your eyes, your heart
You don't want to see, nor feel
Nor try, nor love
It terrified you
But it made you tough
And now it's forgone conclusion.

"Wrath was here."
Burnt the third scar
Burn from fires of anger
That crept into your soul
It blazed a big part of your heart
It once killed your compassion
But it made you strong
Strong enough to forgive.

The fourth is fresh, hurting, bleeding
The blood drips "Love is here."
And love was the death of you
It was a knife that you let pierce through
It was a bullet you always catch
It was a poison you're addicted to
Love killed you,
But it made you alive once again.