Scars Within

Here on my arm lies a mark that I made. When I was so low, I cut with a blade To punish my body for being a mess, Though here is my testament, I must confess... That seeing these scars left on my arms, legs, and chest Makes me realize I was in a place of no rest; I feel guilty inside for leaving this token. Now I will see and remember that I was so broken. But seeing these scars helps me see That I survived so much trauma and now I am free. So I ask you now to stand with me and fight, To show all these demons what they're doing is not right. You won the battle of good versus bad. You are still alive and are no longer sad. Here on my arm lies a mark of survival. I got through my hate and beat my self-rival.