What was it that made me so miserable? My forsaken past, or my treacherous present. Disgusted of my body and myself. Emotionally unstable and mentally broken, covered with all of the scars of my past, and maybe more to come. How could life be so cruel to me. To us, to humanity. Why did people get pleasure from hurting others? Why is it so fun to watch us break? To watch us hurt in the forsaken memories that they have caused us. Leaving forever wounds in our hearts and minds. Physical scars may fade, but memories are never forgotten.
