I heal my scars.

I share my thoughts with paper and pen.

I heal this way my scars.

I carry the shards of broken dreams,

but can never carry them far.

They look at me with amazed gaze,

I can't look back but stride.

I take every step forward,

to gain back my lost pride.

I heal this way my scars,

those pains which cut deep.

That feeling of burnt soul,

that writhing of slaughtered sheep.

I share my thoughts with paper and pen.

I spread my voice unheard.

I heal this way my scars.