Scars

"how did you get these scars ?" Is what everyone asks. Memories of you and me flash through my mind like a movie. Speeds past all the good then stutters through the bad leading me into the hurt that remained in my soul. The hurt that you shook off your shoulders and forced into a bullet that somehow fit onto cupids "fuck her" bow and drove its way into my core and released its insides into my very soul. Yes that very soul that I should've gave to you yet I sit there with a pasted smile on my face and say "that's what happens when you doing it right." The lies I tell just to make it seem like you don't matter eat away at my heart while I try to forget what you did for me.
how did I get these scars ? I tried ripping out every part of you that was buried within my veins but I finally figured that if I continued id end up killing what my parents worked hard to create. Injecting myself with thousands of hate filled needles just to make my love for you disappear. to be continued…