I wear my scars with pride.
Cause they are telling different stories.
Deep and heart-touching stories.
Stories about when life tried to break me.
Stories about the time I wanted to stop feeling.
A time when I wanted to stop feeling so much pain.
A time when I needed a way to silence everything I felt within.
The sadness and the bitterness.
The pain, the never-ending heartaches, the war in my head.
I was drowning, but I found a way out.
I’m not ashamed of my scars.
And I’m not going to hide them either.
They are a part of me.
I wear them with pride, like tattoos.
If you listen carefully, you might be able to hear each story my scars are telling.