I bear the scars of the past;
not visible to anyone,
but my mind and my soul.

Sometimes these Ghosts
would torment me all night,
not willing me to sleep.
They shouted, they screamed,
insulted me for just being me.

Sometimes a gesture,
words said harshly,
a raised voice,
a door being banged in anger,
they would all bring everything back.

I bear the scars of the past;
not visible to anyone,
but my mind and my soul.

Sometimes I hold my left arm,
where it was once purple and blue.
I remember when he said: "am sorry won't happen again."
You see he said he loved me,
hence the way he treated me,
he was scared of losing me.
I believed him.

Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night,
sweating and breathless.
The mind can still remember the rope I prepared,
the pills I planned to take.
See I could not go on,
the thought of his hands taking my life;
I'd rather it was mine hands that would do the taking.

I bear the scars of the past;
not visible to anyone,
but my mind and my soul.

Sometimes I sit and think
of the day he dumped me
and told me he felt not like a man around me.
Shocked! I screamed: "after all I have done
and sacrificed for you."
I remember I walked away then,
confused, hurt...after all I gave up for you.
He came back and said:
"baby I was only joking, just wanted to see your reaction."
I smiled as he took me in his arms,
but my heart never recovered.

I bear the scars of the past;
not visible to anyone,
but my mind and my soul.

Sometimes I remember the day I finally got the courage to leave,
but "No" he could not have that.
I feared walking the streets,
as he promised to find and kill me.
I was once again the useless woman,
who did not know what was good for her.

I bear the scars of the past;
not visible to anyone,
but my mind and my soul.