Scars of the Heart

Echoes of the past, shadows linger,

In the silent rooms, where whispers trace.

Every scar a story, a silent prayer,

A memory etched deep, hard to erase.

Waking up each day, face the mirror's cry,

Childhood memories, drowned in trauma,

Laughing through the pain, trying to fly,

Burning flames inside, a silent drama.

Voices echo loud, walls start to shake,

Lost in the chaos, feeling the ache.

Running for refuge, laughing to pretend,

These scars remind us, they won't easily bend.

Because these scars on our hearts

Aren't marks of enemies,

They're places where love and pain collide,

Wounds from those who cared, yet betrayed.

Good times flicker past, shadowed by rage,

Yelling, doors slammed, childhood's cage,

Masking the flames, hiding the pain,

Trying to find peace in the pouring rain.

Voices echo loud, walls start to shake,

Lost in the chaos, feeling the ache.

Running for refuge, laughing to pretend,

These scars remind us, they won't easily bend.

Because these scars on our hearts

Aren't marks of enemies,

They're places where love and pain collide,

Wounds from those who cared, yet betrayed.

Each memory a fire, burning so deep,

A silent battle, wounds we keep.

But through the ash, hope starts to rise,

Healing's the truth beneath the lies.

These scars tell our story, brave and true,

A testament of what we've been through,

Turning pain into strength, letting love mend,

In our brokenness, finding the end.