Thinking

This is me...
This is who I am,
Everything upon my skin,
Every scar and bruise,
Is a symbol of who I am..
Yes, I know I'm not what everyone
Wants me to be bacause
Sometimes I just stare,
I think about it all..
Think about how many
Years of bullshit life
Has put me through..
How many times my heart has been broken..
About all the things I miss.
But then I realized,
If I keep thinking,
About what I miss,
I might never get it back..
Ever..