scars

There was this girl I used to know. She was unsure of herself, had no confidence.  She didn't think she was good enough, and she didn't know the goodness she had inside. She was filled with doubts and fears. She was cloaked in a sadness all the time... but somewhere underneath, she had a happy spirit and a warmth and a hope.

There was this boy I used to know. He took that girl and built her up. He gave her confidence. He made her feel good enough. He tried to erase those doubts and protect her from her fears. With her sadness fading away, her warmth became a glow around her more and more. Her happy spirit was able to blossom, and her hopes and dreams were filled with good things to come. Her sadness disappeared.

But one day (as these things often happen), the boy went away. He told her he did not want her anymore. He threw her away like trash - worthless and easy to toss aside. His false promises took her hopes and smashed them to a thousand pieces. His words that gave her confidence felt like lies. He extinguished her happy spirit. Her fears felt like realities.

The goodness she had was stripped away, and she was left alone to feel ashamed and abandoned and humiliated. Her happy spirit was suffocated out by the pain, and locked away with the rest of her emotions as a defense to preserve her life and the remnants of her sanity.

Somewhere the warmth she had is hiding beneath cold cinders and ash, withering and dying. Some days she wants it to go out completely.


You have no idea of the scars you've left behind.
I doubt you even care.