I want to make it clear that this is not written from my own experiences. It was written when one of my friends confessed that she had been cutting, and was recovering from it. Her strength and determination inspired me, yet her pain did as well. This is dedicated to anyone who has cut or has thought about cutting. Please don't. It's not worth it.
And yes, I know that sometimes scars aren't always visible.
My Scars
These are my scars.
Don't you see them?
They're right in front of you.
Look behind the smile.
This one is from the boy,
The boy who broke my heart.
He said he loved me.
These are my scars.
Don't you see my scars?
They are my story.
Look behind the laugh.
This one is from the family,
The family that abandoned me.
They said they'd listen.
These are my scars.
Look at my scars.
I hate them.
But they are my life.
Look behind the sleeves.
This one is from the friends,
The friends that betrayed me.
They said they'd be there.
These are my scars.
These are my scars.
Hear my crimson cry.
These are my scars.
Don't you see them?