Everyone has scars, whether they're from accidental cuts or past fights or purposeful wounds inflicted on themselves. My scars, my memories. There's a few here, a few there. A few from the night my grandfather died, a few from the night I tried to kill myself. Everyone has scars, it's just whether they choose to show them or not that matters. There are emotional scars, scars that will never fully heal as time passes. I have many of those. One from when my parents first fought; one from when I was used by my first boyfriend. No matter how bad or how many scars you have, you will always have scars. Scars are what makes us who we are, and scars remind us of the past.
