Every emotional tear you feel leaves a scar.
Scars are all different from size, color, depth, shape and insecurities even if you can't see them.
The loss of a loved one or pet, loss of an object, job, opportunity, or when the love of your life pursues shared dreams without you.
These scars could feel like rocks in your throat to the unbearable ripping pain leaving you screaming on your floor.
You always have wishes or wants of things that may have changed the initial outcome but they don't matter now, dwelling hurts.
Eventually you will be covered in scars all telling different stories.
Stories of life, experiences, memories, regrets and love. You will carry these scars as lessons and eventually you will embrace said scars. They are a part of you.
Don't give up when you rip and stab, remember the pain helps you become who you are to be. They're beautiful inside and out and as ugly as they feel or you might feel they look they are your stories to tell and teach.
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Black Bubbles
PoetryShort poetry of the connected. I never once said it was great ⚠️ WARNING TO VIEWERS ⚠️ These stories may contain triggering topics such as gore, death, self-harm, heartbreak, sexual content, and loss.
