Battle Scars Lyrics Paradise Fears Novels & Stories

"Oh darling , when you say you see your scars in the mirror when you stare. I say, I see a warrior who fought her battles without fear. When you trace your skin and say it won't repair. I say a scarred tissue is stronger than a normal one without tear. And finally when you smile, to say you are are not like those beautiful girls anywhere. I smile to say my Scarred Beauty could never be compared." - suzangill ... Wear your battle scars, not as a flaw but an ornament. And see them shine even brighter than gold and diamonds. Mold your weaknesses into your strength, To become the best version of the scarred beauty of yourself.

I barely recognized the girl staring back at me in the black screen. Scars ran down my face, souvenirs from the day I ran into the fire to save the photo Axel and Gloria left behind. None of it mattered anymore. Leaving him was the only thing that did.

“You told me once you were addicted to my face. Said it was your drug. Well… it’s gone now. Just scars. So please—go find someone whole.” “I’m so sorry, Jake…” Ariana choked out. “Sorry?” I laughed bitterly, my head shaking. “I wish sorry could fix it.” And then—something warm touched me. A hand. Small. Soft. Real. It was Liz. I knew how her hands felt. “Jake…” Her voice was soft, trembling. Her eyes were dripping with tears, but she didn’t look away. She wasn’t afraid. She wasn’t disgusted. She was just… there. She touched my scars like they were nothing, tracing them without being disgusted.

I crashed to the floor and felt some of the dirt in my nose. All I could hear were the guns spawning out their bullets as pained cries echoed about the room. Above me, the smoke the bullets left behind clouded my vision the same way the cutting shrieks of pain and the sound of guns started to fill my ears at this a brutal show of betrayal and mutiny.

(Found by Citizen Soldier) ♪ Have you ever felt lost ♪ ♪ Like you don't matter at all ♪ ♪ Like you were born just to be scared ♪ ♪ All this fear deep inside ♪ ♪ Does it burn to the surface leaving you gasping for air ♪ His eyes found mine and he melt me once again with his brilliant smile. ♪ Now you're walking alone ♪ ♪ It's all that you've ever known ♪ ♪ So sick of being the one betrayed ♪ ♪ If you just take one more chance if you just open your eyes you'll find the purpose in your pain ♪

Tears stained his cheeks. “Yes, it’s me. Please, I know you hated my people but know that I have nothing to do with them. They tried to kill me too. I tried to save Asher and Zara but they dragged me away. They tortured me.” He held out his arm that has an ugly burned scar around it. Eve’s gazed soften.

Death. I scream until my throat is raw. The phantom hands hold me down, keeping me pressed against the stone as the power carves itself into my very soul. My skin burns. I look down through tear-blurred vision and see marks appearing, silver lines spreading across my arms, my chest, my legs. Like scars, but glowing. Beautiful and terrible. Somewhere in the distance, I feel the bond flare. Kael. He can sense something's wrong. Too late. Far too late.

My ribs ached with every breath, my cheek throbbed where Robert's ring had cut me, and my hands still trembled from gripping that switchblade. "Whiskey," I told Marcus, the bartender who'd seen me at my lowest points. "Double. And keep them coming." He looked at the bruise blooming across my face but didn't comment. That's why I liked Marcus—he understood that sometimes people came here to drown, not to talk. The first shot burned going down, but it was a good burn. The second shot went down smoother. By the third, the edges of my pain were starting to blur. I was reaching for the fourth when a voice like warm honey interrupted my self-destruction.

He held her hands, folding them with his, whispering, “If you keep being sweet, I’ll never let you go. Ever.” She hugged him tighter. “I didn’t mean to, but I saw your back. Those scars, it must have hurt so much.” Isis chuckled coldly. “Ugly, isn’t it?” “No…” she shook her head. “You don’t mind?” “I don’t.” She wanted to erase the pain from his voice, so she shared a hidden truth. “I have scars too. They’re not ugly. To me, they’re bravery. We’re both brave to survive being scarred.”

The torchlight receded, leaving Scarlett drenched, trembling, and alone in the dark once more, the cold and the bitter truth that she might already be fading from the Lycan’s mind seeping into her bones as the weight of her new reality settled heavier than the chains around her wrists. The echo of Odessa’s boots faded down the corridor, swallowed by the damp stone until only the drip-drip-drip of water from the ceiling and the faint crackle of the distant torch remained. Scarlett stayed on the filthy straw pallet, knees drawn to her chest, the soaked shift clinging to her like a shroud. For a long moment she was still, breath shallow, then the silence became too much and the dam broke. Tear