Each scar tells a story.
The story of my life and of the pain.
Every scar has a story.
A single wound in the heart.
Each scar tells of my struggles.
A story of my agony.
They tell a story of how I survived each day
carrying my brusies around
just trying to survive.
Every scar tells a story
of how I was used.
Of how I was battered and bruised.
They tell a story of how I was left to die.
And each scar tells the story of the woman that
I will NEVER forget.....