The Art Of Our Thoughts

The thing about scars

Have you ever despised scars? As in you felt like getting a knife, cutting yourself open, and getting rid of all the scars inside of us?

The thing about scars is that they're a constant reminder, is that no matter how much we go into life, they're still there. With scars being there it's hard to move on, it's hard to start new, it's hard to breathe. 

Scars are not beautiful when all they leave is a negative impact on your life, scars are quite frankly a hideous thing to deal with. 

Mental scars I mean. 

It's that annoying painful suffocating pricking that someone hurt us, that someone left us, that someone broke our hearts and left without a glance back. 

I hate that. 

It's hard, of course it is, when you try to explain it to someone. When you try to tell them the reason why you can't breathe when there's a fight going on, or when someone is shouting, or when someone is being verbally abusive. 

We want other people to understand, that often seems to help the burn of having scars, it helps with conversations, it helps with us sleeping at night. It helps with talking and laughing and crying without feeling like drowning in the depths of the oceans. 

I guess that's why broken people search for other broken people, perhaps the cracks and broken pieces of each other will fit perfectly, perhaps their scars will cover each other's, and perhaps in the end they won't be a constant reminder, and a new beginning isn't so hard to go through with, and dare I say, it might even be a breathtaking experience.  

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Dedicated to: A.C.

-S.S.