Each Scar Became an Unforgotten Memory…

Each scar you see on her wrist became an unforgotten memory, and that, was how, she’d kept track, of how she’s still alive. She’d been hurt bad when she was a whole lot younger, but it wasn’t until in her teenage years, did she work up the courage, to start, SLASHING herself.

This one, underneath the layers of scars, was her first, and, she’d told the story, of what made her cut. It was, a heated summer night, when she was, eight or nine, her father came home drunk again, and started, shouting outside her bedroom door. She’d known better, to NOT get in his way, so, she’d, kept her door shut, and locked it, leaving her mom, defenseless against her father’s beat down. She felt guilty over this, and, she couldn’t do anything, the pain was getting more and more intense inside, and, she’d, accidentally, cut her own hand with a knife, and, all of a sudden, she’d felt, this sudden release of her emotional pain.

not my photograph…

Ever since, she’d become, addicted, to cutting herself, when things get too tough in her life. One scar, after another, and another, and another, until one time, she’d cut herself with her shaving razor, lost too much blood, passed out on the bathroom floor of her college dorm room, and her roommate came in, and found her, and she was able to, get her to the hospital on time.

Each scar became an unforgotten memory, a memory of trauma, of pain, of the abuse in her younger years, of the betrayals she’d felt from someone she’d once, long ago, trusted.

Each scar became an unforgotten memory, there’s, NO way, to get rid of all her scars now, there are just, too many, she’d lost track already, and, she’d, carried her scars, feeling self-conscious, as she walks amongst a crowd these days………

the physical expressions of emotional pains here, photo from online…


About taurusingemini

All I have to say, I've already said it, and, let's just say, that I'm someone who's ENDURED through a TON of losses in my life, and I still made it to the very top of MY game here, TADA!!!
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