If I had no scars

If I had no scars from healing,
I would have never known the pain...
That has built me what I am today.
My life is not in vain.

I trip and fall, I scrape my knees...
My hands are ripped and bleeding.
Words of advice run through my head,
I haven't taken to heading.

My heart's been crushed and broken,
My viens exude and poor out the venom.
I scream, I cry, I kick, I fall...
In life's great big phenom.

I suffer for a cause today,
To live my life within a means...
One that was given, by a sacrafice..
I am scarred for life it seems.