That still show themselves on my skin, like paint on a canvas.
That still live deep within me, reminding me of the ones I should have never trusted.
The lonely nights
That I cried until I couldn't remember why I was so miserable.
That fires up in my chest every time I look back in the past.
But they make me who I am
And those scars, those wounds, those dark moments, will always be a part of me.