Scar

I sit here looking at my scar, the scar that ended my life, the scar that tore me from the inside out, the very scar that taught there truly is no god. i hat this scar but i cant imagine my life without it. it sits there like i little reminder that there is no reason to this madness this chaos we call life for it is short and pointless. i sit here looking at my scar wishing it was here and not me that had a second chance for when she died all that i knew, all that i loved, and all that i believed just died and withered away leaving but hatred, grief, and sorrow. now i sit here cursing this wretched scar for it has left me with no need for life yet no desire for death.