Scars & SexStories

The Beginning: I See Scars

Open wounds are still very open, not healing, just open. My thoughts dash around darkness and march threw mayhem. There’s no stable mind, no stable thoughts, just me standing, just me standing, trying to find comfort. The blank stare in my eyes wont go away, they haven’t gone away for 10 years. The numbness is still numbing, and my pleasures doesn’t seem so satisfying. The screams in my head wake me up in a cold sweat everyday, every night. Louder then before. Louder then before. The mask is just a mask, with a face, and a crooked smile. Yesterday, I was a fake. Today, I was a fake. Tonight, I am a fake. Tomorrow I will be a fake.