~Light the Sky and Hold on Tight, The World is Burning Down..........~
I cut myself yesterday doing something stupid with a brand new pair of sewing scissors. Go figure......anyways, the blood started pouring down my hand and onto the grass, so i went inside and doctored it, put a bandaid on it, you know, the usual. Out of sight, out of mind right? Well, not quite. Though i pretended that it didn't hurt, and i covered it up so i no longer saw it, the pain still lingered. I then had this starteling revelation. This is my deepest self-inflicted cut i had recieved thus far in my life, but it wont be my last. Its kind of like how i have felt so far in my life, like i have endured nothing but cuts and bruises, and though i can hide them with bandages and clothing, they are still there, and they still hurt. I felt as if i had no one here to help me doctor them. I then realised that just like my finger, instead of panicking and making a big deal out of it, I could quietly mutter a couple of cuss words under my breath, turn around without saying anything to any body else and go doctor my own wounds. As time goes on, the blood will dry, the blood will wash away, and all that will be left is a little scar, a tiny reminder of my journey through life. As time further progresses, the tiny scar will dissappear, and the pain will be gone. I figured out that i shouldn't feel pain from something that is no longer there anymore, and i need to move forward with my life with that tiny battle scar to show my bravery through out the years, that way, someday when my children see one of my scars, I can smile and tell them the story of how i got attacked by an evil pair or scissors, or if they get emotional cuts and bruises, i can tell them of the one man that stole my heart, and never gave it back, but how i probably only got stronger from that experience. I always heard how the first cut is the deepest, and i believe that it is so true.