1. Faded Scars
I have never liked my past. It was a terrible thing to think of. Never to be spoken of according to my friends. Like it would awaken the most evil creature imaginable when spoken of.
It's a hard thing to do. Forgetting memories. Though many of mine are unpleasant, they have shaped me for who I am today. Faded scars of the battles I have fought
"I am fine,
'I am broken inside'"
'do you care enough to stay'"
Though I have tried forgetting them. Plugging up holes in front of unpleasant memories. It is hard. Though many people do not understand why. But I did this all to protect myself from scrutiny. Digging deeper everday to find some granite slab of truth upon which my unborn children can firmly stand.