Life presents us with choices.
Choices of love,
friends,
and choices of living.
I made a choice to love a man,
who didn’t love me.
Instead, he hurt me.
The pain will forever be.
He left me with a scar,
which is visible physically and mentally.
Every time I’m alone,
the painful past lingers on.
I try to forget
the man who affected me in such a way
that memories seem like yesterday.
Nevertheless, I exist,
as a person with a scar.
