Humour the past

If my body was as scarred as my heart and soul, 
I could see why no one would want to be with me
The scars of tempered stones, which I held to test my strength
Holding the flaming rocks, showed that I was strong
Now after seeing how strong I am, I become weak
Hurts too much to even hold onto a raindrop
Why choose to feel the pain
It only shows how weak I am
Mistakes I wish to change, go back, and fix
But if I were to go back, I wouldn’t remember what I did wrong
And the past would continue on through again
Like a ring, only a beginning 
But never an end
When I look back on what I did wrong
The ring starts again
The sorrow arrives again
So the past I shall always live in
Holding the stones tight
To see how long I can hold on