Scars

And every night, I wake up to nightmares, which my abandoned memories bring along with them

And a wave of grief, pain and suffer unfolds.

The sealed cuts on my body and heart reflect something deep. Dark.
Old, yet still hurts, an unbearable proof of what happened was real.
Not a part of my dream, not a part of my nightmare.

A part left alone, a part which yet have to be discovered.