You once asked where all my scars came from
And i said
"They're from people who have the concept of love and pain all blurred together, who thought they have the right to my body just because they 'love' me. From people who thought that love is to have, and to commit is to possess, and that the only way they knew i loved them is if i said yes everytime. It's from people who dont believe in gentle kisses and warm hugs, its from people who loved witb hatred in their hearts. From people who thought the only way to claim me as their own, was if they left something tangible of their existence on me, so they painted my skin with bruises, scratches, and cuts, and their burnt out cigarettes."