Follow Your Passion: A Seamless Tumblr Journey
My body is littered with Scars that I made. Pinks and bright whites, ridges and dips, a minefield of lines hide what's underneath. A broken soul and an empty heart, the remnants of a shattered boy, smashed by the ones who were meant to protect. Surviving the only way I know how, with Scars on my skin and my shattered soul.
This is about my struggle with sh, how my scars are something I'm scared of people seeing, but are still somehow things I look at and feel a strange love for. How I feel so numb and tired all the time, and how when I do feel it is dulled a distant, and I don't know what it is. How I was broken by people who's love was meant to be unconditional, yet they caused me pain in form of screamed words, sarcastic sneered comments, ridicule and physical hurt. How the only way they left me to cope was through taking control of who hurt me by hating and hurting myself. I'm going to have to learn how to heal these shards and learn to feel again when I get out, but for now I must only survive. Albeit slightly healthier than I did or sometimes still do, as I have had to teach myself how to help and work with my brain. To people out there who feel the same, I hear you. You will not always live in silent fear. I promise. ✌️♥️🌱