My breast,
Has a scar,
and I don't know the real lie I've told to so many,
To be Honest,
with myself,
I barely want to know more then the lies I've told
on how I've gotten it,
but I learned that,
boys will hurt you,
and sometimes those things will never leave,
and that they may be,
the only mark you see,
different from the ones on my arms,
and there comes a time in your life,
where you're not scared,
but then you're scared of everything,
you just have to hope for a better tomorrow,
because everything stay with you,
physically,
and mentally,
Someone asked me about this and I wanted to cry.