Branded.Dreaming. I must be. There's no other explanation... Right?
No. This is reality. These scars are real. I created them. You created them.
These memories I never want to live again. Yet with every glance, I venture back.
Can't help but hate myself. Makes me wish I would've just done it.
Now, I see these scars. You see these scars. God, you see them. I just can't even bear telling the stories beind them.
And though I may wish, wish with everything in my power, they'll never truly go away.
Burned in my mind. Branded to my soul. The mistakes and misery of my past.
So, can one truly become a new person? When the past is branded on thier body?