Invisible Scars

She is the abusive one but my scars you won't see that is unless you study me. My scars have names and are held close, closer than I would like to admit. Come in and I'll share just a bit. This scar here is called broken "she" did that also broke me to my core after I trusted her to guard my heart. To care enough to not break me like the others. Oh and this scar here her name is clothed. She causes me to cover naked skin when eyes roam constantly questioning all that makes me woman because I'd gained a little here and there. Ah yes this scar well it's actually still healing it's name is foolish I named her that because no matter how many times she was reopened she kept trying to fix herself eventhough there was nothing wrong with her. I know you have more questions but that is all I can take for now I am hurting all over from wounds that are oozing the dark side of love. I hope to one day be free of the scars but able to remember the pain so vividly that I look down upon myself to see if I am bleeding. If I can remember the pain I can stay as far away from it as possible. I don't want anyone to heal me. I want to gain the courage and strength enough to heal myself. Give me a few days to rest and we will pick up where we left off I promise. Why now you ask have I chosen to share. Well because you have a scar behind your ear that you were sure no one would see. A scar that mirrors wounds I've seen on me.