The scar forming of your initial is healing now. The skin is tight and when I move, it feels like it is being torn apart.
A reminder of what you make me feel like. Mutilated, foolish and alone. It doesn’t matter you, I know. It never will.
I did this because I believed you. You didn’t deserve it but I was so desperate for you. It doesn’t feel like a badge and I don’t belong. It is the mark of the beast.
You are not my savior.