They laughed.

They all just laughed.

They thought I was crazy.

And maybe I was.

It all started on that day.

The day I had thought I won't be alive.

But I survived, at the cost of a scar.

A scar which might sound like a gift but was actually a curse.

I don't want it.

I don't want to see the people who aren't actually there.

I don't want to see the dead.

But it seemed like life wanted me to.