The scars he left behind the first second he hurt you are there.

The scars he left behind with every word, hit, and emotions are there.

The scars that you inflicted on yourself in your darkest times remind you every day of what          you did.

You wish the scars weren’t there but they’re a constant reminder of what was.

The scars are permanent on your heart from it all.

You think you will never be happy as you down another glass of your drink.

As you avoid another meal.

As you light up another blunt.

Hoping to be in a realm you never have to hurt in.

You think every time will be different and you won’t hurt in this realm.

In actuality it hurts just as bad, if not worse.

You may be happy for the first few minutes because you’re on the top of the world.

As you start to come back to Earth you realize that it just was not meant to be.

The scars cut you deeper than any knife ever could.

They hurt you more than any blade could.

The pain the blade inflicts is not nearly as bad as looking at your past regrets.

The scars on your heart will forever be there and never be able to be healed.

The effort someone can put to heal those scars will never be enough.

The infliction and cause of them is something so evil and deep rooted in your soul.

Something a sunshine doesn’t need, but still clouds over her.

The scars show my story and tell my war.

They show that I am a human and that they will be apart of my flesh where they lay.

I stare at my scars daily to realize my relentless battle is never-ending.

Neither is yours.

Scars are a beautiful thing, they make you. You.

You are beautiful and so are those scars.