To my scars


I'm not scared of sharp objects
I'm not....I need them, I need them to bury my pain.
Not just them...anything can set it off like a wall ...anything can work.
This is just to bury the pain I feel.... or is it to feel something?
It feels like I can't breathe anymore no matter how hard I try.
I can't feel myself . I'm drowning to the bottom.
I hate looking at my hands. All I see are the scars
Not all the memories are beautiful, most of them are dark.
Darker than you imagine.

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