I want a tattoo. Just to show how far I have come. I know that struggles in my life from my young years on will be easier. People may believe that I am being dramatic, but I believe that there is a small collective of individuals who understand what it means to truly be ‘heart broken’. It is a feeling that I do not wish upon any one. What is worse, I have a large scar on my arm now, which was not self inflicted, to remind me of the time where I was just a dark pit of unhappy. I was trying to ‘act my age’ and get over him at a bar back home…that’s the end of that story. I think that my scar is beautiful. It shows that I can fight back and know that my body can heal over time, and so can my heart. I will have the scar forever on my arm, and on as equally as large on my heart. But I wrapped my arm up everyday with what I swear is the worlds largest band-aid they make, and to this day I continue to do so with my heart.
So maybe I don’t need that tattoo. My scar is just as prominent and beautiful.
I write this as a surviver of the Broken Hearts Club.