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(I am being random today... Don't worry. I'm okay! Seriously! I just felt like writing something different.)
Something happens.
You think it could be good.
You discover that it's not.
At least not as good as you thought it could have been.
Disillusionment...
My favourite...
My new address: the log cabin in the woods.
I feel lost.
And alone.
Yesterday I was counting my scars...
It's sad... I actually do not know the reason for some of them.
Those that are still healing I know.
Those that were so deep that their scars will last forever I know.
Those that bled a lot and stained my clothes.
Those that took weeks to heal.
Those where the skin is white and weak from past battles...
Internal battles that found their way to the surface.
Scars
Different from the rest of my skin. With a past.
A story.
Probably not a happy story.
But happy stories are a disillusionment.
Except for one... I don't remember...
I remember my sock being bloody.
Hiding the sock deep in my laundry basket
It's ankel red... then brown as it dried
Why use a bandage
A bandage would mean I cared
Someone cared
Or bandages were used when I didn't want people to know.
By wrapping gauze around your wrist
Then putting on a long sleeve shirt
The friction between the gauze and the shirt keeps the sleeves from pulling up
And revealing the story beneath
Bandages protect people from the sight beneath
People don't want to know
You don't want to know
Only I get to know
Except for the blood stained sock
Hiding
Encased in my boot
Masked by my pants
There was not so much blood to soak through my jeans as well
Then when peeled off to reveal to crime beneath
The pain beneath
It was a coward
It hid deep in the laundry basket
It didn't want to admit it had been a part of the pain
A year or two ago
Why? I do not know
I do not remember
posted by">Hayley @
5:03 AM
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