Scars

I am made of scars 

some seen by many people 

others seen only by me 

hiding behind all of them 

building walls around my heart 

not letting anyone knock them down 

I heard pain makes us stronger 

yet the opposite is true for me 

my scars make who I am 

some caused by old loves others

by my old friend the razor blade 

scars are what I am made of 

in this abyss of life I sink farther 

into the darkness causing my soul

to break apart piece by piece

some I do not feel others 

I like to rub on dark and stormy nights 

I feel like a nobody among the masses 

scars seem to be my only friends 

bringing me comfort and pleasure 

scars are what I have become 

never to return to normal again

Reviews

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

You are beautiful just the way you are and we need to be broken to become stronger and it makes us who we are each scar and mark has a story to tell..the cracks allow the light to get in...you are not made to fit in but stand out ...hold that head high and look how far you have come ...don’t give up don’t hide away use the pain to pave the way to a better you and a better life..the best is yet to come ...🌹

[Curtis.Lenker]

Thank you so much for those kind words. I really appreciate it.