w h o r e what a life shamed for the hands I never wanted upon myself scorned for the advantage he took the advantage he took because I was broken too broken to refuse voice drowned out
They come in many Shapes and sizes Some are white Some are pink Some are brown and others are purple Some you can't see Some are thick Some are thin They might even hurt One thing that they All have in common is that they all have a story. Whether it's from Climbing a tree or from crashing a car maybe it wasn't an accident. Thought no matter what Every Single Scar Is beautiful No matter what you say or other people say. They are as beautiful As the sunset over the ocean.