The scars upon my face screams with pain filled with crys the terror in these eyes kill me when i look into the reflection tears form once again.. Im never knowing what wil happen.. if i closed my eyes for good.. would i be missed...did he really love me anyways though i may be sleepin for sometime will you regret sayin all those mean things just the other day i figure out that love is not an emotion.It becomes a mental addiction that any human craves a craving to be loved wanted and cherished but after seeing all these old scars he still loves me..