They aren't just scars
they are the demons,
i fought at 4 am
These are my insecurities,
and my deepest fears
in the lonely nights.
They are the scars and
emotions i cant contain.
They are a part of me
and what i have became.
They are the scars to my heart,
that has broken me apart.
How i wished to,
not survive so far.
They are the scars to my head,
i felt so dead!
laying on the bed,
trembling in the dream that's so dread.
They aren't just scars,
but a part of me.
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