I traced the line beneath my skin

A story carved where pain had been

Not deep enough to make me bleed

But deep enough to still be seen

A memory wrapped in silent threads

Of words I never should have said

Of nights that screamed and days gone dark

Now stitched into a single mark

The scar, it never goes away

It fades, but it still knows the way

To pull me back to who I was

To remind me what silence does

It’s not a wound, it’s not a tear

It’s proof that something once was there

I tried to hide it with a smile

With distance, time, and paper miles

But underneath the calm I wear

The past still breathes, it’s always there

Some marks don’t bleed, they burn in place

A fingerprint you can’t erase

A moment made in quiet war

Still echoing behind the door

The scar, it never goes away

It sleeps beneath the light of day

It whispers truths the heart denies

And sings in silence when hope dies

It’s not for pain, it’s not for show

It’s just the place where I still grow

So if you see me turn and run...

I’m not broken.

I’m just... not done.