Scars

All the nights I'd cried myself to sleep,

All the nightmares that flashed before my eyes in open daylight; 

Each time my demons snarled and threatened to whisk me away into the dark dungeons of despair and misery,

Each time I stifled a sob, trying to make peace with the gnawing ache that is eating into my heart;

The struggles show in the form of the scars that remain and they were  dark patches, rashes somewhat reminiscent of the pain.