My scars are slowly starting to fade
and I feel so incredibly lost without them
they remind me
of every single excruciating memory

Those nights when she called me stupid
a waste of space
those days when he told me he loved me
told me he cared
but then found something better
and pushed me the hell away

I know what pain is
my scars are living proof
I know what it's like to be judged
to be pushed the side
like an object
or broken glass left behind on those forgotten streets

I been called a freak
and every single
hurtful name that exists
and I just added yet another scar
I found no desire to cry
because it was no longer worth any of my time

All I wanted more than anything in this world
was to hear someone say
"None of your scars can make me love you less"