Scars

Everyone has always told me to forget everything.
they say forget the past,
you wont need it in the future.
but they're wrong.

When I look at myself,
in the mirror,
or from someone else's view,
I feel sick.

My body is covered in scars,
scars that remind me,
that the past is real.
but the scars remind me,
that I'm still here.

I have hit rock bottom.
But here I am.
I bled to death,
and then cried to heaven.
But my hearts still beating.

The scars remind me yes.
They remind me of the past.
But I'm proud of them,
in a twisted way.

I'm proud to say,
I made it through that.
I hit bottom, and paid dearly.

But look at me now.
I wouldn't trade one of them.
They made me who I am.
They are a part of me.
they are who I am.