Scars.

You can't see the scars that you've left on my heart, but that doesn't mean they're in the dark. They're there, I can feel them bursting at the seams as I hold back a pained scream. I know I said I would always be there, but this is getting much harder to bare. I think of you when I sit idle, I think of how you're in denial. You're sorry, I know, but not sorry enough to avoid letting me go. I guess I knew all along that this wouldn't turn out right, but that didn't dim the hope...that little, innocent light.