We all got scars, some deeper than the others, like the deepest and the darkest of oceans, curved onto the flesh beneath your skin.
Its gonna sting for quite a long time. Its gonna ache, its gonna take all that you have and it is going to hurt.
That familiar ache is going to stay, it will squeaze your heart until you beg for oxygen , but trust me its only gonna take awhile until you get used to the pain. Until the pain becomes a part of you.
You're crumbling on the inside and you're barely holding yourself together with shaking hands. Bloody, shaking hands. The darkness isn't your fear anymore but the realization of the darkness that's reigning your mind scares you to death. What if you never find the light again?
Your wounds speak! Speak of the things you were unable to put into words. It speaks of the screams, promises and the heartaches. It speaks of the soul surviving despite of the hardships it had to go through.
They are a part of you now; those wounds, the mistakes you've made and the regrets, they're all a part of you.
Are you gonna accept them or are you really gonna choose to live in the dark for the rest of your life?
Fauza.F