As I get up from the ground, my body aches and so does my heart-the scars that he has given me are still so fresh.
The scars when he would hit me for questioning his whereabouts, the scars he caused me when I first found him sleeping with a girl. I still question my selfworth for this. Am I wrong? Do I have any lackings?
The hand that hits me now is the hand that promised to held my hand forever. The heart he's causing all pain to, still cries for him- will he ever realize that?
Today he left me with scars for the rest of my life-scars that will never fade away, scars that tell my story.
