our pain leaves scars
Our life leaves scars I have scars. Many scars. Too many to count. I hide my scars everyday. Thats why I'm relieved it is long sleeve weather. (ALTHOUGH THE COLD IS HORRIBLE!) I try to convince myself that nobody notices. I pray so hard that people don't even realise what I have done to my own body, even though I know deep down my struggles have been made aware to many people. Even writing this goes against everything I try to avoid. I don't want people to know. I don't want people to see. I have had people say 'So what, thats ok, I understand ' I have been told many times by psychologists that those that care won't judge. It doesn't matter. But does it? It's not always as straightforward as that. Some of my scars are from injuries growing up. They would have an interesting story, either funny or sad, or scary, to go with them, but for me, I don't have those stories. My mind has lost connection to all of those memories.