Remember this one? She’d said to her own reflection in the mirror…
The scars of his love, there are, a TON of them, too many, to keep track of now, and, these scars, started, adding up, one, on top of another, and, it’d, become, so heavy, for her to carry from day to day now.
self-inflicted! Not my photograph…
The scars of his love, can you not feel it? Do you not, remember, what it’d felt, how happy you had been, before, you’d, rammed, into this current relationship of yours? So, why’s keeping you in it, huh? I’m certain, that there’s, that instinct that’s, inside of you, telling you, every time something’s about to happen (like when you’d, smelled liquor on his breath???), that’s telling you, R-U-N, so, why don’t you, listen to it, huh???
The scars of his love, they’d, accumulated, piled over, and, it’s now, expanded, to the square footage of a DUMPING yard, and, you’re still, “in love”? Are you, FUCKING crazy???
The scars of his love, before the one you’re carrying now heals properly, there’s gonna be, a BRAND new one, don’t you know??? Because that, is how he’d, confused ABUSE with love, and now, because of the bad influences you’d lived under (kinda like driving under the influence???), you can’t, even TELL, what’s good and right for you anymore!
and, you’d feel, that, there’s, NO escape!!! But, there are, better OPTIONS, in fact, ANYTHING IS better than this!!! Not my photograph…
Life, the Obstacle Course 