Made of Scars

This one came from looking in the mirror

This one opened up twice

Now as smooth as silk

But still don't look very nice

This one needed stitches

This one came from a ring

This one was from the words you said

That lovely cold sting

This one isn't even there

At least not anymore

They come and they go

Some leave me on the cold hard floor

This one had it coming

This one found a vein

This one was an accident

But it never gave me pain

This one was my mothers

This one you can't see

Because it leads to secrets

That no one should know but me

This one had me scared to death

But I should be glad that I'm not dead

This one was a work of art

And this one really went to my head

This was the first one

And this one I rub at night

Thinking of the past

Filling me with fright

This was the last one

I don't remember how

But the good thing is I haven't cut

It's in the past now

But I still have the craving

And I am still made of scars

And have them on my legs

My hands, my wrists, my arms

Everywhere you could possibly look

There will be a cut

So many memories

Creating a rut

So many words

Left forever to be unspoken

My soul tattered and torn

My heart left broken

So I am made of scars

That cut me so deep

The memories will last forever

And the scars I will keep

Each one a regret now

But a keepsake still

I'll keep getting better

If only I have the will

So let me be made of scars

Because not all scars heal

I make it through each day

But it reminds me the pain is real