These Scars. They'll never fade.
There here to remind you of the painful past you had. Of the lies. Of the torture. That's what scas are for.
They remind you. That wherever you go. Whatever you do. Whoever you are. You can't change your past. You can't hide it. It's always there. You just have to accept it.
But it's not that easy. It never was.
These scars. There here to remind me of my past. Of my pain. And I accepted it. I did. Yes people judge me. They judge everyone. It's the way of life. Some of us get know this from the start, by others, they lean it the hard way. Like I did. I can't change that. No one can. I didn't get to choose my fate. If I could I wouldn't have let those rumors spread.
For those of you who are happy to see others in pain.
Why? Why do you get happy when you see us crying? Why do yu get happy when we never come back? Oh wait you didn't mean to take t that far. You didn't mean for me to become sad that drive me to the point where I couldn't take it anymore.
If you didn't mean to. Then why did you do it?
Why did you bring me pain all those times? Why did you call me names? Why did you smile everytime I cried? Why?
When you saw those scars, what did you think? Let me guess, I didn't mtake for it to go this far. Well guess what? IT DID.
So thank you. Thank you so much.
Because these scars. They never fade. They'll always be their. They'll always remind me of the pain, the torture, the lies, everything. These scars, they'll never go away. Unlike me.
I hope your happy. I fact I hope the best for you. Something you center hoped for me.
I was just another soul that couldn't get reached. That couldn't get saved.
Yours Truly,
Delly Cartwright