We go through our whole lives Earning all of these scars Whether That be throughout childhood Or our teenage years Even our young adulthood ,

Earning all these scars Through all of our traumatic experiences Learning each step of the way Gaining more and more experience To become the best “us” possible So ,

Don’t look at these scars in a bad light Look at them as teachers ,

They are your abilities Your superpowers .

A forgotten birthday A missed anniversary An overlooked achievement A trust betrayed Little things that lead a tiny cracks Tiny cracks that lead to fractures, fractures that lead to breaks, breaks that lead to shatters Shatters that lead to bloody fingers picking up pieces Pieces that never quite fit back into place Scar tissue fills in the spaces where the pieces no longer fit It still beats but not with the same strength It’s tight and uncomfortable Sometimes it hurts A new reality that becomes the only one it knows

To live is Christ, To die is gain, So why am I afraid Of feeling pain?

What is good The world calls woe And evil broods An unwelcome foe.

Where are You When my eyes can't see? Am I through, Or is it just me?

You said "Go", And I said "How? How can I show Your love in the crowd?"

And You said "Dear one, open your eyes. For you are not Alone in this fight."

So I lift my gaze And take a step Through the torrenting haze Of lie-spun web.

For You are my God, My strength and my shield, You are my Rock And Your Word I will wield.

And though I can't Always escape the pain I can recant The lying stain.

And though the scars On our hearts remain One day the mars Will be washed away.

And the only scars Will be those on Your feet And Your hands and Your side Which purchased our peace.

We are strong We are brave We have been through it all The thick and the thin The ups and downs We have faced life straight on We have fought all of it’s battles We wear our scars with pride They show where we have been And are medals of our strength

Yours isn’t ticking right. You say your chest is hollow and tin-like But when I walk into the room, You turn into a cartoon With a heartbeat in your eyes.

I loved you until I lost you And then the sight of you became unbearable. Loneliness plagued me with midnight fevers, Shivering something terrible.

I went to bed And woke up on the floor With an ache in my head.

Your ghost haunts the memory foam. You won’t let me change the dirty sheets. I’m sick of waiting for you And losing sleep.

I pulverized my tongue By licking the gunpowder off your lips. You can blame it on my being young And you being dumb.

Or was it that your meaningless words Left the lines blurred. As if we were bound together by the scars on our hearts. Isn’t that the saddest story you have ever heard?

That if not healed Still ooze when scratched Still bruise If not handled right But when touched by a loving hand Magically they fade away They make us perfectly imperfect But only for the right one Otherwise We just scar our hearts more

The saddest, empty , hollow hearts they love to tear and rip apart. Their damaged hearts have now turned black,🖤 from all the abuse, neglect, and abandonment. They can trust no one, not even themselves. Their sense of safety is forever gone. Their home is as far as they venture out anymore. Yet in this madness they run and run until they fade into the black. You see the scars we get on our hearts we never get back.

You tore me apart, Left me bleeding on the ground, Discarded; Alone.

You left me to die Alone in the dark of night Concused and bruised

You hurt me so much you dug deep into my skin You shattered my trust

The scars on my heart Telling the story of you And the end of me

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Get me out Get me out Get me out Let me out Let me out Let me out

I’m crawling out of my skin In desperation to escape I can no longer deny My inevitable fate If there’s anything I could possibly do To get the Hell out of here I would do it in a second And carve a smile from ear to ear

“Purpose” doesn’t mean happy Emotions are no longer what I care for I’m drivin by the restlessness and rage Of the past that I endured I am overreacting and selfish A product of my own bloodline My past weighs heavy on my shoulders As I gaze at a mountain to climb

I am surrounded by contentment All including my own Painfully, blissfully unaware Of the big man claiming his throne He’s watches us obsess over numbers Grades, Money, Ranks While we think we’re climbing the latter He’s just busy making bank

“Purpose” doesn’t mean happy Emotions are no longer what I care for I’m drivin by the restlessness and rage Of the past that I endured I am overreacting and selfish A product of my own bloodline My past weighs heavy on my shoulders As I gaze at a mountain to climb

After years of grief and turmoil I’ve made it to the top People flock to celebrate my name While I’m busy watching the clock Success goes with my name But I don’t see that as my fate I watch the hours tick by As I await my grand escape

She could feel it, not see it— that aching pain— that corroded and bruised and twisted and slashed stars and diamonds into her bleeding heart. Soon became scars.