The Scars

The wounds don't heal,

They fade away,

They leave scars behind,

And when we open them,

It feels fresh once again.

The scars that were left behind,

Become your identity,

And the past you had,

Becomes a memory,

And when you go back to those days,

It feels as if you were there again.

The marks don't die,

They become light over time,

But the burden of those marks,

Doesn't leave you for your lifetime,

And when you look at that mark,

The story feels as if it's repeating again.

So do you give up on healing,

And not open those wounds,

Do you scratch down those scars,

And hide those marks?

Do you ever recover,

Or do you smile just for others?

Don't give up on healing,

Open your scars, and look at those scars,

Analyse those marks,

And give them a meaning.

Just Don't give up on healing.

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