I tell her I’m getting better…well I was getting better.

Is it a lie when you want it to be true, but some how you fail, is it?

I tell her it will be okay, as I lay in my bed, late at night, gently rubbing my finger tips over the scars.

She asks me why I do it…I told her emotional pain is heavier on the soul than physical.

She just looked at me with a blank stare.

I knew she didn’t understand.

That’s okay…I understand.

Written By: Ask Ms Mandi
Photograph By: Ask Ms Mandi
Copyright October 5, 2016