Part of me

One day these scars will heal
Maybe the ones inside too.
The blade won’t save me from the hurt, the torture.
I have learned that now.
The pain is here even after the depression is dead.
Someone notices, comments, it all comes flooding back.
But I faced my fears
Refused to carry the white flag
It’s a ghost from my past.

The marks are there.
A part of me.
But I’ll never regret what I did to survive.