The scars from stitches heal with time,
But scars from hurtful words and deeds entwine,
A lingering pain that refuses to subside,
A grief that's hard to hide.

Can't we find solace in our own embrace?
Must every place be a judgmental space?
Gloom attracts sorrow, a vicious cycle spins,
Yet, we can break free, learn to heal within.

Time flees swiftly, like sand between our hands,
Leaving us with scars that still expand.
But still, we must hold on to hope's light,
And cherish the beauty that makes life worth the fight.

Though I'm 15, my heart feels older still,
A child's tears mingle with an adult's chill.
Scars remain, a testament to our past,
Yet, we can face them, and learn to love at last.

The scars from stitches may fade with time,
But the hurt from others can be redefined.
Let's acknowledge our pain, and let it heal,
And find the strength to rise, to love, to feel