My scars have faded away as if they were never there.
No traces of them are left behind.
And I miss those scars, those cuts that once covered my mangled skin are gone and I miss them. I feel lost without those lines of red on my arms.
But it's okay those lines of red are just hidden now.
Still there just not seen by others
Hidden by my clothes.
My scars on my wrists have faded away but that's okay because they just moved to my stomach.
YOU ARE READING
The broken
PuisiThe stinging burn of the water from my fresh cuts. The hot salty liquid streaming down my red hot cheeks. The times I am in so much pain that I can't even cry anymore.
