everythings still being tossed around in the garbage disposal

I don't have to time to explain the title...
but this explains the feeling...
my sister wrote this... thought it was appropriate for me.

complicated doesn't even touch it
fear runs over my strength
the whole world fades away
all I see is the past
playing before my eyes
overwhelmed and underestimated
and all I can say is
it hurts
everyday
I feel naked in front of everyone
raw and unavailable
still healing
still scabbing
still bleeding
sure that this scar will be ugly for a LONG time
complicated doesn't even touch it