SCARS

SCARS

These scars I wear,

From the burdens I bear,

Are all a part of the history of me,

If you could open up my heart the deepest you’d see.

I’ve been hurt and tore down,

So many times that I’ve lost count,

Of the scars from heartaches past,

Memories fade but the scars will last,

As reminders of mistakes in life’s path,

And relics of my demons’ past.

Erase the scars and you’ll erase pieces of me,

Parts of me that once used to be,

Sure there are some I wish I never had,

But as the saying goes,you take the good with the bad.

We all have scars when it comes to the bitter end,

Some have healed, others still on the mend.

So if you judge someone by the scars of the skin,

Always remember the deepest of scars come from within.

-brad