I looked back and found scars in me,
I looked and turned myself in the mirror of my life and noticed I'm crippled.
I searched down and as I journed down the memory lane I realized that I'm wounded
I spent days trying to close the wounds and injuries and the sores but as I was trying i was in pain and agony and found myself hurting myself more so I tried to stop but couldn't cause they had a smell
I tried to stop the pain and put back the bandages so that I don't feel the pain but I couldn't anymore cause the bandages couldn't hold again
I tried to reach out for help but couldn't get help cause I was in pain and no one wanted to be involve in so much pain cause it will injure them also
Some I tried to reach out to make fun of my pain
Some rejected the smell in the wounds I'm having and couldn't stand being around me
Some tried to help but realize how deep are the wounds it will consume them
Some pocked the wounds to find out how deep are the wounds and cause them to bleed and put me more to agony
I had to start to isolate myself from people cause I was unable to determine and distinguish between those who guinely want to help and those who enjoy seeing me in agony