A New Scar

Where did this come from?
I ask myself
When did I suffer a wound
So deep it would leave a mark?
Have I endured so much pain
So much suffering
That I don't even notice
The wounds anymore?
As if I don't have
Enough scars already
Has my heart been
Ripped
Torn
Shattered
Broken
So much
That I don't bother
Even to pick up the pieces?
Has my mind been boggled
By so many questions
With no clear answer
That I stop asking?
I wonder...