Scars

The scars are my past,
They remind me of you,
All the pain you put me through,
That's all i could do.

They're short and sweet,
But thay last forever,
Just looking at them,
Fills my heart with pleasure.

It makes me happy seeing what I've done,
Because at that moment it felt good,
To seeing the blood coming out,
To feeling the sting without doubt.

The pain to me is just a game,
After It's done there's no shame,
You pick it back up and began round two,
Don't be to rough or you will go to.