The scars that matter!
- sahithi srivatchasa
- Aug 4, 2021
- 2 min read
It happened again! I wanted to cry. Heartbreaks had become quite common now but it was deception this time!
You put your heart and soul into something and the next you know is that it’s snatched away! Filling me up with the feeling of nothingness!
There’s a treatment for pain but how do you heal nothingness?
I have no answers!
The last time I was heartbroken, I promised myself to be super careful.
Well, here I am, broken and clueless as ever…
Whatever happened to learning from the past and becoming wise!
I wouldn’t write again! My heart went on… but what would I do without it?
But, didn’t I feel this earlier? Now that I think of the whole thing, I wish I had the scars from all the mental trauma I had gone through over the years. A scar on my forehead when the science teacher bullied me for being lean, a scar on the nose when I lost my favorite doll, a scar near the wrinkles of my eyes when my first love left, a scar around my heart when I had to suppress my liking for someone impossible, a scar where I smile when my closest friend left me for a guy, a scar around my wrists for holding someone's hand because I thought he would be, a scar around my cheeks because I would never be able to mother a child, a scar near my ankles when I couldn't go see the blue moon because I couldn't climb those bloody stairs, a scar around my shoulders because I can never hug the person I love, a scar around thighs because I would never be able to visit the Golkonda, a scar around my ears because I wouldn’t be able to listen to my favorite song again, a scar on my fingers because I couldn’t finish something…
How good that would be? Scars shielding my fragile soul... Think that could have saved me from the latest heartbreak…
Wasn't that too heavy? Here's something to ease your heart
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