The Scars, They’d Hung Around…

and no, not my artwork still…The scars, they’d hung around, it’s like, they’d found, a permanent place of residence…

The scars, they’d hung around, refused to leave, and, no matter how hard, you’d pried, you’d longed, begged and even, pleaded with them to go, they just, won’t!

The scars, they’d hung around, I don’t know why, they’d become, this, unwelcome guest on my body now, and, no matter how many times I’d, run my body underneath soapy solution, they just, stayed………

The scars, they’d hung around, and, at first, I wasn’t, comfortable, with their presences around my life, but, after awhile, after they’d, no longer, hurt so much anymore, I’d grown, accustomed, to them, on my body.

The scars, they’d hung around, and they’d become, a total annoyance in my life now, because, every now and then, I’d get, reminded, of how I got them, and then, the memories of those painful days that are already gone, would come, floating, back up to the surface again…………

nope, still not my sketch…

The scars, they’d hung around, refused to leave, I can’t, erase them, or at least, NOT the memories of them.  The scars, they’d hung around, and for what?  To see how I fall, because of them?  Is that why, those scars are still there?  Because they wanted to see me, fail in life???

The scars, they’d hung around, and I can’t evict them, they’d become, squatters in my life, and, slowly, my life is, over taken by them, and soon, they’ll, take over the right of my life, and I’m, very, scared over this, but, there’s, nothing I can do about it.