I know of pains, burnings and aching so hidden and unknown.
These scars within scars, that drive the skin on your bones to peel and bring even the strongest to their knees.
These invisible blades can not be traced to any source. The razors sit in heels of shoes and backs of throats waiting for the fleeting moments of fear to drive deep in hopes of drawing small volumes of blood.
The average eyes can’t see the scars, only those who have been punctured by these ever so slight slashes can understand the pain beyond pain, the infections held under those healed wounds.