Scars Years later, i look down at the little lines.. They not look like faded lines some longer, sone shorter.. Some are crooked, never matching eachother. Some are on my wrists, some of them are on my legs. What are these lines you ask? Are they scars? These are scars but they are far much more than permanent indication of pain. These scars were the demons I fought at 2 am. These scars were signs of both strength and struggle. The nights where I saw no light, just utter darkness. These scars became welcoming, the darkness swallowed me until the scars faded and I put those demons to rest.