Scars are just the start of it. They run in jagged lines over my skin like lightning bolts. Each movement evicts more pain. But on the inside, my heart lays in shattered shards, blood staining the hollowness of my body. I'm not sure how much longer I have before I collapse. This is a very old story, and I intend to redo it later but for now I will leave it as it is. Last edit: 2017