“Scars are tattoos with better stories”
They plague my skin.
Never fading beauty, faithfully reminding me of the [un]pleasant misfortune; when life dealt me a bitter hand.
Gashes on my broken heart.
You said you could protect me. You couldn’t. I know now that you couldn’t have protected me if you didn’t know what I was afraid of.
Now these scars are a reminder of the day you left, taking my innocence with you.
These scars also remind me of everything I want to forget. Unconscious in denial, I am okay. I am scarred, but not broken. I am only hurt.