Many kinds of scars
Many ways to get them
They show I was hurting
Reminders of the suffering
The physical scars that you can see
And the psycho ones you can’t
The mental and emotional
Scars I try to hide
I feel them everywhere
And in everything
Echos from my dark past
I would rather forget
The things I had to go through
To get all of these marks
Scars come from injuries
The deep, excruciating kinds
But though I hate the memories
I have to thank my scars
All of them for staying
As they fade I can forgive
My scars are not just cruel reminders
Of the pain I have endured
They truly bear grand witness
To my ability to heal
