You don’t want your scars to fade away
Or be somewhat healed.
You want to showcase them,
You want to show how messed up and brutal they are to the world,
But you especially want me to see them.
You want me to feel bad for you,
You want me to feel your pain,
You want me to feel your struggle,
I did feel those things for years because it mattered to you,
But I just can’t anymore.
I’m repulsed and disgusted by the scars I’ve seen for years,
That’s the truth.
It makes me sick that you’re addicted to your scars.
Why do you hold on to them?
Can’t you see that’s the reason I keep my distance?
You just refuse to see the truth,
You’re too absorbed with your scars,
You’re too obsessed with your scars,
You’re too dependent with your scars,
You say your scars hurt every time you talk to me,
But make no effort to treat them.
I used to believe there was more to you than just your scars.
I used to believe in a different person.
A person I sincerely wanted in my life,
But now you’re almost unrecognizable to me,
And I don’t want you in my life
Because all you show me are your unhealed scars.