Scars

by Heather C   Jul 10, 2004


The good thing about scars is they don't hurt anymore, but they are a constant reminder of the pain and suffering that you once endured. Whether the pain actually came from the blade that caused the scar, or the person pushing the blade, it is always there staring you in the face. No, you cannot feel it. Someone said time heals all wounds, but in reality, all Time really does is numb you. He numbs you so that you begin to need the scars. You need the proof that you were once able to feel. You are cold inside. Your blood has stopped running through your veins. Instead, your heart pumps ice. You just want someone to jump start you, wake you up. You need to feel alive. Thus, another scar is born as you lie on the floor watching the crimson liquid dribble down your wrists. You almost feel the tears running down your cheeks, but they are not there. You have long lost the ability to cry. Your tears have turned inside and are drowning you with their constancy.

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