I’ve carried scars most people never see.
Not the kind you get from a fall or a fight, but the ones carved deep by loneliness, abandonment, shame, and self-hate. I spent years believing I wasn’t worth love. That every mistake I made meant I deserved pain. Some of those wounds still burn, but I’m here to tell you something:
You’re not broken because you hurt. You’re alive. And that means you’ve still got a shot.
I was told once that I’d never amount to anything. That voice haunted me, and sometimes it still does. But somewhere along the way, I realized those scars weren’t signs of weakness. They were signs I survived. Signs I fought through hell and made it out anyway. And when I didn’t believe in myself, a few people believed in me just enough to keep me breathing.
This song, Scars Like Mine, is for every person who’s ever felt like they weren’t enough.
For the ones who cry alone.
For the ones who smile in public and fall apart in silence.
For the ones still standing, even if all they’re doing is barely holding on.
If you’re going through hell, keep going.
You might get out before the devil even knows you’re there.
Don’t hide your scars.
They’re not shameful.
They’re proof you’re still here.
And you’re not alone.
— Marcus Hellyrr
by Michael_AN_Creech