Scarproof

(mmmmm-mmm) I learned silence before I learned how to scream,

Held my breath so long it felt like peace.

Every cracked memory tucked under my skin,

I smiled through storms I was drowning in.

They didn’t see the nights I shook awake,

Heart beating like it made a mistake.

But I carried on with shaking hands,

Building tomorrow out of what I am.

I was never weak for feeling too much,

I was bleeding and still standing up.

I am more than what hurt me,

More than the scars I hide.

I bent, I broke,

I learned to breathe With the weight of the past inside.

I’m not “over it,” I’m moving through,

Every step is a hard-won truth.

I’m healing slow, I’m healing real— I’m becoming what I survived.

Some days my mind turns against my name,

Whispers blame like it’s all the same.

I fight ghosts that don’t wear faces,

Old wounds opening in quiet places.

But I’m learning rest is not defeat,

That pausing doesn’t mean retreat.

I don’t owe strength in a pretty form,

I earned my fire inside the storm.

I don’t need to justify my pain,

I lived it—I won’t live it again.

I am more than what hurt me,

More than the nights I cried.

I stitched myself with shaking hope And learned how to stay alive.

I’m not “fixed,” I’m learning how,

To be gentle with myself now.

I’m healing slow, I’m healing true— I’m becoming what I survived.

Healing isn’t clean, it isn’t straight,

Some days I’m early,

some days I’m late.

I still flinch, I still ache,

Still unlearning every mistake I didn’t make.

But I talk kinder to the kid in my head,

Tell them it’s okay to rest instead.

I hold my heart like fragile art,

Not broken—just torn apart.

I don’t need permission to feel this deep,

I don’t need shame to help me sleep.

If I’m still here,

still trying today, That’s courage in its own damn way.

I am more than what hurt me,

More than my worst years.

I walked through hell and taught myself How to live with what

I fear. I don’t rush healing—I let it grow,

Like light through cracks I used to know.

I’m healing slow, I’m healing strong— And I’m proud of how far

I’ve come.

This body, this mind,

this heart of mine— They’ve been through wars and still shine.

I am not my trauma… I am what I built beyond it.