The pain that cuts deep isn't always a mark on the skin, but a deep cut into the soul that we may hide. A hurt that is left, to find its home in the heart, but that doesn't mean it won't get better. A mark of what I've been through, but not what I am now. A story of my struggle, for all that I have gone through. A story of pain, for a struggle, that still leaves its mark and I can't seem to be rid of. A wound that we carry, one that never truly heals. But in these scars, there is strength. For though the past still leaves its mark, it cannot dim the light I call. For though I was hurt by hands unknown, this heart I mend… is mine alone. It doesn't define who I am, but it shows the strength I possess. It's a testament to the strength I possess.
I have friend trauma so I made this. I’m going to therapy now so…I’m kinda feeling better… ⚠️Scars/ blood
