EMOTIONAL SCARS
Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me.As I gaze through space, through my watery eyes I wonder what has become. I see the stars formed by the light through the water curtain in front of me. I smile for I know all is well. The lie I tell myself that all is well, knowing very well that I'm standing on broken glasses. My inner self has been shattered; it's been bruised beyond repair, but I keep telling myself that all is well. I'm hopeful that one day I shall find a bandage that will sooth my pain. I'm hopeful that one day a hand shall come and wipe my tears away. One day, only one day this might happen.
