scars

to some scars are symbols proudly worn by one as a demonic trophy of
ones battles or bravery.. to others scars are hideous reminders of
painful things one would rather block out and not remember..

The Raven Once said "Scars are souvenirs you never lose. The past is
never far. But what do you do? What do you do when your memories
are razorblades? When everything you can possibly remember hurts?
What do you do?" What Does one do when faced with the scars of life's endless blood
bath?

What does one do? sadly i know this answer..
Every minute i hurt.. every memory seems to lead to something awful and
painful... Every unwanted second i breath and live is pain.. my life is
best described as a endless Suffocation.. every minute lived i feel
like a Fish out of water slowly suffocating to death. thrashing around
fighting for one small breath of air that never comes.. Every Gasp is
another scar to wear..

How do i Live in pain? i cant really say i do.. i exist in agony.. 31
years of useless meaningless existence.. nothing to show bout pain, anger, bitterness, &
fear.. But then again Why fear anything? i have nothing to lose but pain
& Mysery

My Scars are all i really have..



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